#Colt is butting heads with him

[frecklystars]

Me cooking dinner for everyone (all my Ryan F/Os) Ken has to come by with another plate and I’m like “didn’t I just give you an entire burger” and Ken says yeah but he needs another because K took his food and then Luke says “yeah he ate my food too” and K is at the table in tears shoving spoonfuls of fresh veggies and meat in his mouth openly weeping “I’ve been eating nothing but instant protein-grub noodles and rice for my entire life Please just Let me Have This I Beg of You”

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #5: Levin Deals

Prompt: barbarous || Master Post || On AO3

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“You are completely lacking manners,” Aymeric said, voice dry and flat. “Utterly bereft of decorum and good sense.”

Affronted, Ixion snorted.

“Don’t you sass me, sir.”

Behind him in her lounging chair, Synnove stifled a laugh. Aymeric pointed at her without looking. “And you stay out of this!”

Synnove stopped bothering trying to hide her amusement at that.

The yard and its garden—both the myriad flowers and the kitchen garden—were typically Synnove’s domain at her Cedarwood home, but over the years, Aymeric had developed an affinity for tending the kitchen garden. The simplicity of digging in the soil, trimming back the herbs in their pots, keeping the rows of vegetables free of weeds, even readying the empty beds for winter, were chores that soothed his mind when the work of governance set him on edge. His developed green thumb proved useful, too, now that Synnove was still in recovery from her injuries and horrific aethershock sustained from the Final Day; she simply couldn’t do most of the work of keeping her home in order until she regained more of her strength.

His lady was also horribly indulgent of the overgrown colt that constantly snuck through the skies all the way from Gyr Abania to eat his vegetables.

Aymeric used the same finger he had pointed at Synnove to jab Ixion’s muzzle. The great unicorn jerked his head back with another snort, and glared at him with one baleful red eye.

Aymeric had regularly faced the might of the Dravanian Horde his adult life, and now regularly butted heads with the worst sorts of nobles and politicians in Ishgard. A spoiled unicorn, living legend or not, was not going to cow him.

Amandina, perched between Ixion’s ears and with only her head visible above the fluff of his mane, chittered, He says your dam was a hamster and your sire smelt of elderberries. Papa, what’s a hamster?

(Synnove’s laughter turned to outright cackling.)

“My mama was a saint and my da a gentleman, and I’ll thank you to leave the questions of my parentage out of this discussion,” Aymeric bit out, crossing his arms.

Ixion whickered, dipping his head, and Amandina peeped, He says sorry!

(Trust one the carbunclets to figure out how to communicate with a god’s steed or a Mhachi experiment or whatever Ixion actually was via “sympathetic aetherial resonance” as Synnove had put it, and we’re both levin! as Amandina had said.)

Sighing, Aymeric dragged his hand down his face. He’d been at this for over half a bell now, since discovering Ixion rampaging among the tomatoes and beets and radishes. And Ixion had been decimating the kitchen garden on a semi-regular basis for a few years now. It was far too late to actually put a stop to this, but he wasn’t going to let Rhalgr’s steed rule the roost.

Therefore: compromise.

He set his gaze on Ixion again and said, firm, “I’ll set aside one row of vegetables of your choice if you leave the rest of the kitchen garden alone.”

Ixion flicked an ear and pawed the ground. Once, twice, thrice, four times, five.

Aymeric clucked his tongue and shook his head. “No. Two.”

Ixion pinned his ears back and flared his nostrils.

Aymeric raised an eyebrow.

Ixion’s ears slowly half-perked again, and he pawed at the ground. Once, twice, thrice, four times.

Aymeric shook his head once more. “Two, final offer.”

Ixion grumbled, tossing his head (Amandina squealed in delight), then turned his head to look him straight on with one eye. He raised his hoof up, set it down. And, after another moment of thought, pawed at the ground. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Aymeric made a show of narrowing his eyes and tapping his chin, even as mentally he patted himself on the back. Three had been his initial thought, but the intelligent man did not let his opponent know his full hand in a negotiation. “Acceptable,” he finally said, and held out his hand.

Ixion tapped his palm with his horn. Deal sealed.

Synnove clapped behind him. Amandina cheered, then peeped as Ixion did a victorious piaffe as though he was the winner, Papa? What’s a hamster?

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[trannydean]

“So, that’s it—that’s the Colt,” Risa said, pointing at said pistol on the table. Cas propped his feet up on the table, and Jaime did the same, both holding bottles of beer. Their unshaven faces, their mannerisms, their apparently constant high—they were like two peas in a pod.

Dean eyed them suspiciously, the gears turning in his mind, before he got interrupted by him—2014 him—spoke.

“Figure if anything can kill Lucifer, this is it.”

“Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?”

“Are you okay?” 2014 Dean asked, before regular Dean butted in.

“We were, uh, in Jane’s cabin last night, and apparently we and Risa have a connection.”

Dean saw Cas lower his head and suppress a laugh, while Jaime snorted, then attempted to cover it with a cough. Risa looked over at 2014 Dean with, probably, an annoyed expression. 2014 Dean sent a glare at regular Dean.

“You wanna shut up?”

Dean raised his hands up in surrender, looking away, while Jaime snickered. Dean sent him a glare, and Jaime sent him a stuck out tongue. At least Jaime hadn’t lost his immaturity through all this.

“We don’t have to find Lucifer, we know where he is,” apocalypse Dean went on. “The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy’s entourage. He knew.”

“So the demon tells you where Satan’s going to be and you just believe it?” Risa asked disbelievingly.

“Oh, trust me, he wasn’t lying.”

“And you know this how?”

“Our fearless leader, I’m afraid, is all too well-schooled in the art of getting to the truth,” Cas told Risa, his head going down. Jaime looked into his beer bottle, as if trying to distract himself from where the conversation was heading. It only took Dean a second to realize what Cas meant.

“Torture?” Dean stood up and took a few steps towards the table. “Oh, so we’re torturing again? That’s—that’s good. Classy.”

Cas looked up at Dean and held back another laugh, this time a bit less successful. He glanced over at apocalypse Dean, who had tilted his head and was eyeing him coldly.

“What? I like past you.”

“I like past you, too,” Jaime put in, looking back up. He sent Dean a wink, and Dean was scrambling to respond as apocalypse Dean grumbled, “Shut up.”

Apocalypse Dean laid out a map on the table.

“Lucifer is here, now,” he said, as Risa came to stand by the table, and Jaime and Cas took their feet off the table and craned their necks to look, almost like they were in sync. It was pretty weird. “I know the block, I know the building.”

“Oh, good, it’s right in the middle of a hot zone,” Cas commented, and Jaime rolled his eyes heavily.

“Crawling with Croats, yeah,” apocalypse Dean glanced up at the two. “You saying my plan is reckless?”

“Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the Croats, and we shoot the devil?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, if you don’t like, uh, ‘reckless’, I could use ‘insouciant’, maybe.”

“Or just ‘stupid’,” Jaime offered, grinning.

“Are you coming?” Apocalypse Dean asked them. Man, this Dean didn’t take their bullshit.

“Of course,” Cas sighed, glancing at regular Dean. Jaime groaned, but nodded, slamming his beer bottle on the table. Regular Dean barely held back a flinch.

“But why is he?” Cas asked, meaning Dean, regular Dean. “He’s you, five years ago. Something happens to him, you’re gone, right?”

“He’s coming,” apocalypse Dean said firmly, in a tone that said there was no room for arguing.

“Okay,” Cas said in a voice that stated he wanted to argue, but wasn’t going to. He got to his feet, Jaime right behind him. “We’ll, uh, we’ll get the grunts loading.”

“We’re loaded and on the road by midnight,” apocalypse Dean told him as Cas, Jaime, and Risa headed for the back door.

“All righty,” Cas called back.

“Gotcha, hot stuff,” Jaime threw over his shoulder. Risa punched him, and Jaime laughed a little. If Dean hadn’t glanced over in surprise at them, he would’ve missed the kiss Jaime planted on Cas’ face. And if that wasn’t shocking enough, Cas leaned down and kissed Jaime’s lips for a quick moment before breaking away and carrying on further into camp.

Dean was staring after them, close to open-mouthed, when apocalypse Dean slammed a bag on the table, causing regular Dean to jump and look at him.

If I’m going to get answers, I need to ask them now, Dean thought, and before his future counterpart could speak, he blurted out, “Are they together?”

Apocalypse Dean paused, narrowing his eyes a little at regular Dean.

“Who, Jaime and Cas?”

“Yeah. I just—they just—”

“Uh-huh, I know. They’re not all that subtle, even when I ask them to be.”

Was that a hint of fondness in his eyes, in his tone? All Dean had seen of his future self was cold, unwavering action. Nothing close to a positive emotion in anything he’s said or done.

“And—and Jaime—”

“Why are you so interested in interrupting me before I can get to what I want to tell you?”

“Just—one more thing. Jaime calling you—us—that. I guess he never dropped the nicknames, huh?”

“Hell no. If anything, he ‘s done it more in recent years. I mean, he loves to pester. Always has. It’s his own way of dealing with this shit. I’m not going to take it away from him.”

Yeah, there was definitely something in apocalypse Dean’s eyes now. Regular Dean looked a him for a moment, before sputtering, “Are you—we—with, like, with with—”

“Oh, that’s right, you’re me before all of that happened,” apocalypse Dean interrupted, and he actually had an amused look on his face for a moment.

“Before all what happened?”

“Lots of things. Trust me, there’s a hell of a lot worse things than a sexuality crisis you’ll go through, so I say just don’t worry about it.”

Sexuality crisis? He doesn’t mean—

“You’re wondering why I want you to come with me,” future Dean said, breaking into regular Dean’s thoughts. He looked at future him for a moment before recognizing what he meant.

I guess I can figure out what all that means later. “Yeah, actually, why are you taking me? I don’t know what’s going on.”

Future Dean looked at him for several moments, then set down what he had in his hands.

“Yeah, okay.” He walked over to stand in front of regular Dean. “You’re coming because I want you to see something.”

Regular Dean threw him a questioning look, and future Dean continued.

“I want you to see our brother.”

“Sam?” Dean squinted a little. “I thought he was dead.”

“Sam didn’t die in Detroit,” future Dean told him. “He said yes.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”

Future Dean stared back at him, and with a boat load of dread, Dean got what he meant.

“Wait—you mean—“

“That’s right. The big yes to the devil. Lucifer’s wearing him to the prom.”

Future Dean headed back to the table to continue getting his shit together.

“Why would he do that?” Dean asked.

“Wish I knew. But now we don’t have a choice. It’s in him and it’s not getting out.”

His future counterpart raised up the Colt.

“And we’ve got to kill him, Dean.”

Dean looked up, and he could feel his walls crumbling.

“And you need to see it,” future Dean went on. “The whole damn thing. How bad it gets, so you can do it different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Zach said he was going to bring you back, right? To ‘09?”

“Yeah?”

“When you get back home, you say yes. You hear me? Say yes to Michael.”

Disbelief flooded over Dean’s forlorn feeling. “That’s crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. Michael’s going to torch half the planet.”

“Look around you, man! Half the planet’s better than no planet, which is what we have now. If I could do it over again, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.”

“So why don’t you?”

“I tried! I’ve shouted yes till I was blue in the face, the angels aren’t listening! They just left, gave up! It’s too late for me, but for you—”

“No, there’s gotta be another way,” Dean interrupted.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I’d lose. But I was wrong. Dean, I was wrong.”

Actual emotion was on his face again. This time, his face was pleading, nearly desperate.

“I am begging you. Say yes.”

They stared at each other for several long seconds, before apocalypse Dean turned away.

“But you won’t. ‘Cause I didn’t. Because that’s just not us, is it?”

Dean knew his face was a stubborn mask. He was never going to say yes to Michael. He would find another way.

Dean road with Cas and Jaime in a [whatever truck they took]. After finding out that the two were together in the future, and also with future him, it made everything even more complicated and weird in just about every way possible.

At least Jaime took the backseat and let Dean sit shotgun, so Dean didn’t have to sit in the back while Cas and Jaime… well, swapped bongs and spit while driving. That seemed like something they would do—or at least future them would do.

They didn’t shotgun weed, but they did pass a bottle of pills between each other, with Jaime going overboard as he leaned forward from the backseat and placing the prescription bottle in Cas’ free hand after kissing him for longer than Dean would’ve liked.

They were all going to die before they even got to the place if these two couldn’t stop being so handsy. Or if they didn’t stop popping pills while driving.

“Lemme see those,” Dean said to Cas after he had taken a handful of the contents of the bottle.

“Want some?” Cas handed the bottle to Dean, who took it and read the label.

“Amphetamines?”

Cas nodded. “Perfect antidote to that absinthe.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Cas, I uh, I’m happy that stick is out of your ass—”

Cas nodded in appreciation, while Jaime cackled a little from the backseat. Dean glanced back to see the other man grinning back at him, raising his eyebrows. Dean rolled his eyes before tuning back to Cas.

“—what’s going on? What’s with the drugs and the orgies and the love guru crap? What’s so funny?” Dean added as Cas laughed a bit.

“Dean, I’m not an angel anymore,” Cas informed him.

“Ohh, yeah, you’re from before that all happened.” Jaime was suddenly leaning over the seat between them, nearly breathing in Dean’s face. He could smell the weed and alcohol on Jaime’s breath, a hell of a lot nastier than what Dean was used to.

“What?” was all Dean said at Cas’ revelation.

“Yeah, I went mortal,” Cas responded simply.

“What do you mean? How?”

“I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. They, um, they bailed, and my mojo just kinda… drained away.”

Cas made a swirling motion with his hand, along with some sound effects to go with it. Jaime smiled a bit at it.

“Now I’m practically human. I mean, damn, I’m all but useless. Last year, I broke my foot, I was laid up for two months.”

“Wow,” Dean said, and Jaime reached over and caressed Cas’ cheek for a moment.

“Yeah,” Cas said grimly, reaching up with one hand to take a hold of Jaime’s hand and kiss it gently.

“So you’re human?” Dean inquired, trying not to react to Cas’ and Jaime’s public displays of affection. Cas nodded. “Welcome to the club.”

“Thanks. ‘Cept I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless, I’m hapless, I’m hopeless, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadents? Right? That’s what decadence is for. How about bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then, that’s just how I roll.”

“How we roll,” Jaime corrected, sliding over closer to Cas, resting his chin on Cas’ shoulder.

“Of course, you’re right. That’s how we roll,” Cas smiled, kissing Jaime’s temple. Jaime wrapped his arms around Cas’ shoulders, leaning his head against Cas’, and Cas doing the same back. No matter how awful their situation was, Cas and Jaime seemed happy together. Dean supposed that’s what was important—at least they had something to be happy for in this literally godforsaken land.

[jikoku]

plots please... but so softly. like im so small and you almost stepped on me also hi..ive been watching you for awhile you're so hot

hellooooo! thanks for sending <3 i haven't read death note in over 10 years so i have no clue what kind of a character mello is beyond him just existing within the plot but i adore your portrayal of him very much anyway!

i'd love something set in your snk verse, particularly your marley verse! with colt not being far off from mello's age and a fellow successor in line for a titan, i can definitely see them getting quite close, and in turn falco to mello. he's a fair bit younger so it's likely not much of a friendship as opposed to a senior-junior type of relationship, but i think it'd make for some fun interactions regardless! something like falco looking to get in mello's good graces to increase his chances of inheriting the armored titan,

this is cheating a little but i do really love your csm verse and i think writing denji ( he's over at muttji ) against mello would be really fun! i'm not sure how much of mello remains once he's been taken over by the prodigy devil, but i can see them butting heads as much as i can see them being unexpected friends.

tsukasa-mello interactions! honestly i have nothing to base this off of. i just think it'd be funny. would mello like to be haunted by the ghost of a 13 year old boy who was killed by his brother in the 1960s?

[joesoups-art-archive]

well it’s going to take a while to get all of this art up with all of the needed context but that’s okay! if you couldn’t tell i was a big fan of using my pre made bases when it came to designing characters (i did draw original poses for characters as you’ll come to see but i don’t have those much older drawings right now)

all of the wolves featured above were healers for their respective clans (some of which no longer exist) if you want to know more you can read about each character below the cut!

Zira Foot (Mud Foot) as mentioned in my context post for this project was a character of great importance to the prophecy. he is Dawn Fire’s best friend and they later become a couple and have children together when they’re older and after the whole prophecy business is taken care of. he is one of the healers of the Light Clan (Hikari Pack) alongside Dawn and he took over Ripple Dock’s place as medic after he passed away. as a child he would frequently have prophetic dreams about the future of the clans as well as dreams that he was reliving the life of a long deceased Hikari warrior by the name of Colt Feet. he was part of the team responsible for uniting the powers necessary and accompanied Dawn and Dusk as well as the other wolves linked to the prophecy to banish the adder spirit back to the void and free the world from war between the dead and the living.

Dawn Fire as mentioned in my prior context post for this project is one of the prophesied children of the prophecy who would be responsible for determining the fate of the world and all life within it. she had a demon living inside of her since childhood which was only completely removed after the prophecy was fulfilled. the demon caused her to almost kill her brother when they were small children which was the adder spirit’s attempt to prevent the prophecy leaning in the favour of good though it failed. she is one of the healers of the Light Clan (Hikari Pack) alongside Mud Foot. she takes over Tulip Fur’s place as healer after she retires from her place. Dawn is best friends and mates with Mud Foot who helped her through many hardships during the course of their childhood and teen years together. Dawn alongside Dusk were the ones to seal away the adder spirit to fulfil the prophecy. Dawn also helped out afterwards in healing the spiritual nature of the clans (which she did so alongside White Eyes).

Tulip Fur who was mentioned briefly in the context post for the project was a healer in the Light Clan (Hikari Pack) throughout the course of the series and she also served as Dawn’s mentor. after the prophecy is fulfilled and most of the aftermath has been taken care of Tulip Fur is allowed to retire from her position as head healer and begins a new life as a weaver where she will not have to face a battle field again. while he was still alive Tulip and Ripple Dock (not pictured here because he was never drawn for whatever reason) had a bitter rivalry and a hatred for each other which originated in childhood as they constantly butted heads trying to achieve the approval of their shared mentor, Flame Foot. Ripple Dock always seemed to get the favour despite him lazing around a lot and Tulip Fur having to fill in for his share of the work most days.

White Eyes (my favourite) is the healer for a reclusive pack (Evermane Pack) hidden away on the other side of the mountain scape. he was born alongside two other pups (Fawn Freckle and Brown Fur) who weren’t plot relevant at all and he has a deceased older brother named Snake Heart who died before he was born. White Eyes was named after his father White Bee who had lead the war against Hikari decades prior and successful drove them out of the territory leaving Evermane to regroup and remain hidden and in peace. White Eyes had the ability to hear spirits talking to him though he couldn’t see them which made it hard for him to separate the voices of the living from the voices of the dead. it was because of this gift that he was taken in as an apprentice to Thorn Leaf, a highly respected and skilled healer who was getting older and needed to guarantee somebody to take her place. after Thorn Leaf’s passing White Eyes took her place as head healer for the pack. White Eyes also meets Dawn, Mud Foot and Dusk with him acting as their spiritual guide to finding the deeper meaning of the prophecy and also being their key to communing with the spirits to unite the powers to banish the great evil. after the events of the story White Eyes has children with Rusting Flame who was another one of the powers and also a spirit who manifested a new physical form to live through (don’t ask because i don’t know either.

Black Flame and Dark Foot i can’t find any information on at the moment. there’s a lot of stuff i did write down and then there was stuff i just didn’t because at the time it was so distinct to remember but now i just can’t. i’ll update this if i do find anything on the two.

Wisp Mist was one of Copper Feather’s healer apprentices who presumably takes over his role after he eventually passed away. Wisp Mist was Colt Foot’s younger sister with her spirit also being part of “The Core” which was originally five spirits that represented a part of the living world and it’s workings with her soul representing the power of time. her part of the core was later split between Mud Foot and White Eyes (Mud Foot being the future due to his prophetic dreams of future events and White Eyes being the past due to his connections with the spirits of old). Wisp Mist would’ve worked closely with a young Dapple Charm alongside Copper Feather and Rose Stripe in studying the new territories for herbs, edible plants and plants of caution. it’s also highly likely that she was one of the first apprentices to travel to the Healer’s Rock for the first ever meeting.

Dapple Charm was a healer in Oak Clan during the new era and later served as the first spiritual leader of The Pack of The Winding Stars. Dapple Charm worked tirelessly in finding and recording the new nature and ecosystem of the new territories in which he was aided by his close friends and fellow healers Copper Feather, Rose Stripe, Wisp Mist and Holly Dawn. though most of his physical recordings were destroyed or left to ruin in Stag Star’s ambush on Oak Pack his findings were spread through word of mouth teachings from mentor to apprentice even into the current era. much like Wisp Mist his spirit is part of “the core” which consists of five others and is said to represent the very workings of the world and was a power to be passed on to the children of the prophecy to aid them in sealing the adder spirit. Dapple Charm represented “The Wisdom of the Stars”. it also seems that Dapple’s body may have died but his spirit stayed on within the confides of the Winding Stars cavern to act as a guide because it doesn’t appear that he passed on his power to anyone. Dapple had three children with another member of the core souls, Dove Foot, who represented the peace and comfort the world can bring (and also happens to be Colt Foot’s older sister big because of course things have to come full circle like that).

Pine Leaf was one of Rose Stripe’s apprentices who took over her position as a healer after she passed away. unlike Wisp Mist who was just finishing her training when Pine Leaf started his, Pine Leaf didn’t become a full healer until after The War of A Thousand Battles after Rose Stripe had already passed away. Pine Leaf was actually Rose Stripe’s son who was part of the first generation to be born into the new territories alongside his siblings Eagle Wing and Thorn Stripe. Pine Leaf would’ve been a big worker during the aftermath of the war alongside Wisp Mist and Copper Feather.

(there’s more about the wolves from the “new era”, such as Rose Stripe, Copper Feather and Holly Dawn who were all mentioned above, in the lovely sequel to this post! >>> )

[deeranger]

Armed & Dangerous

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester 

Warnings: Gun!kink, gunplay, established Wincest, mild violence, hints of dubcon but it’s totally consensual, questionable ways of resolving pent-up frustration, no actual sex       

Word count: 500 exactly

Summary: Dean is cleaning his gun when Sam’s attitude finally makes him snap... But it doesn’t at all go the way he expects. And he’s about to discover something new about his little brother. 

A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer​‘s drabble challenge. I picked SPN and the prompt “weapons”. And hey, this time I actually managed to keep the WC at “only” 500!? *Gasp*  Also, there’s a Part 2! 

The white cloth drags over the barrel of the Colt handgun, wiping at the oil residue and specks of dirt staining it. Sam’s eyes are following every move of Dean’s capable hands as he cleans his gun, brows furrowed in concentration. Sitting on one of the beds in the motel room, Dean shoots Sam a brief glance when silence seems to drag out a little longer than usual. Sure, they’ve been butting heads a lot lately, but usually that doesn’t equal any of them being silent. Not like this, anyway.

“What?” Dean says, lifting his gaze for half a second to eye his little brother up and down.

“Nothing,” Sam just says. His voice sounds a little strained, a little tight in his throat. Clearly, he’s lying. 

Puzzled and suddenly annoyed, Dean fixes his gaze on him again:

“Seriously, dude, what’s your problem?” he spits and tosses the oily rag at the floor at Sam’s feet. And that’s it. All of the pent-up frustration they’ve both been bottling up comes pouring right out, all puffed-up chests and clenched fists. But Sam doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even retaliate when Dean smacks him against the wall, back first. The almost-clean gun is still in Dean’s hand, poking at the wallpaper when he slams his forearm across Sam’s throat:

“You know, I’ve just about had it with you!” Dean snarls, fed-up with his brother’s constant brooding and bitchy attitude. He expects Sam to cock back his fist and deliver a punch, expects him to start fighting. But instead, all he gets is heavy breathing and… And why are Sam’s pupils suddenly blown huge like this?

“Wha…?” Dean begins, but immediately trails off when he notices the unmistakable hardness tenting his brother’s jeans.

“What the hell, Sam?” he says, pulling back a little. As he does, the gun lightly brushes against a tense shoulder, the barrel slipping across Sam’s flannel shirt as Dean lets his arm fall back down.

His little brother’s reaction is instant: A thin noise escapes him, a guttural sort of whine that hitches in his throat. Oh... So, that’s what this is? Incredulous, Dean feels his own throat go tight, his breathing suddenly speeding up. Well, this is new.

“You like this, huh?” he hears himself rasp just as he presses the muzzle of the gun against Sam’s throat. There’s a gasp, a tiny flinch – and definitely a roll of his little brother’s hips.

“Jesus…” Dean says under his breath, pulse skyrocketing. And then he lets the gun trail along Sam’s jawline, cool metal grazing stubble and feverishly hot skin. As he drags the barrel across a slightly quivering bottom lip, a pink tongue darts out to lick at the weapon. Dean feels like he’s just been punched in the gut - yet, his dick practically jumps.        

“Open your mouth…”

Sam downright whimpers. Still, his lips part in an open invitation.

“Want you to clean it for me,” Dean whispers and slides the gun’s barrel into his brother’s mouth.

[valeav31]

Painful Heart (Zeke x Reader x Levi)

Don’t hate me for doing this pairing. I’ve just heads this idea stuck on my head for forever.

Plot: Aa you find yourself in enemy territory, would the blonde man do anything to bring you back or would the cold hearted captain win you over ?

Set in season 3. I plan to make a whole serie out of it, following the main plot. Enjoy

As a soft ray of sun landed on your eyes, you rubbed the sleep out of them. Sitting up, you tried to make sense of your surrenders: it wasn´t the usual battlefield with the deaths corpses around you. Instead, you laid in a comfortable, warm bed, back pressed against a soft chest, better to sya, Zeke's chest.

You sighed as the events from the night flashed through your memories: how Zeke suggested it would be a great idea to check on the warriors sent years ago to the island of devil, and of course, how Magadth thought it had been his idea and accepted. You hated the mand for accepting such idea, especially since Zeke would be riding alone Pieck. Something about that woman set you off, even more, when it was involved with Zeke.

“Couldn’t get much sleep?” Zeke asked, interrupting your thoughts.

You only nodded, turning around to face him. “I’m going with you and there no buts,” you said firmly.

He just arched an eyebrow and stood up, going towards the closet.

“Zeke, I mean it,” you repeat yourself. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’ll protect you.”

He just continued to get dressed, so you did the same, and ignored his questioning glance as you stood ready in the door. Truth to be told, you weren’t a Warrior yet you were the best shot Marley had, being able to kill enemies from miles away with your hand designed sniper.

“Don’t,” he said as he reached for the door knob. “You’re too valuable for me. I won’t risk you.”

“Come on, Zeke, we’re always a great team,” you tell him. Of course, you were. Ever since Marley discovered your ability they had pair you with him, as you would ride on his shoulder or closeby to protect him from enemies, as if he needed it. However, that had given you the perfect opportunity to meet him and create a two year relationship.

Sighning, he knew he couldn’t get you off his case, especially when you were so persisting. So he nodded, grabbed your hand, and took you towards the ship that was to carry you to the island of devils.

****

When you found them, you were quite stunned to see how different and mature Berthold and Reiner looked, yet they were hollow and tired.

They explained everything to you: Marcel’s death, the carrier of the Attack and Founder Titan and the way the island devils dwelled, even showing you the equipment they used to fight.

You took everything, but one thing quickly remained in your head: You need to be careful of Captain Leve.

***

And so, as you stood on Zeke's titan shoulder, staring at your enemy and their horses, you trained your vision to recognize the so famous Captain Levi. He was a small, black haired man with white skin, or so Reiner described him like that.

“Let’s get this started,” said Zeke as he crushed a boulder in his hand, shattering it into many pieces. You hated doing this but you knew there wasn't another option. If you didn't, Marley would hunt you down and kill you while Zeke would have been fed to Colt.

You gulped as you heard the cries of pain when the stones landed in the enemies. There was quiet a moment of silence as Zeke got another boulder ready. Suddenly, you noticed the horses running towards you with the soldiers on them.

“They can’t do better,” chuckled Zeke as he scratched his ear. You glared at him, getting ready to shoot as you strapped yourself and gear into Zeke’s shoulder, leave it to Marley to discover a way to get you attached to him.

“I’ll take out as many as possible,” you whispered, pointing to your victim and hitting them straight on the head. The man fell to the floor being dragged by the horse. It still sent you chills through your body. Then you killed three, four, five more before you had to refill again.

The men tried to shoot a green type of fog which really annoyed you, making it hard to focus on their heads. You liked clean shots, the ones were they suffered the least. Zeke was getting angrier by the moment, feeling defied by the enemy and throwing boulders faster than ever. So, as you tried to fight the nausea and refill the bullets. you noticed from the corner of your eye a certain man approaching you, forehead stained in blood.

“Y/N, love, we did it,” said Zeke in happiness as he pointed at the defeated enemy, laying dead in the blood-stained floor. You ignored him, noticing how the man approached faster by the second and the titans fell to the floor.

“Zeke, quicky, look to your left,” you shouted as you got the weapon ready. However, it was too late as the man cut through Zeke’s arm, passing right beside you. In despair, Zeke tried to move around to protect you, yet Levi had already come back and cut the straps holding you onto the Beast Titan’s shoulder. Even if it had happened countless times before, it still felt funny falling from so high, as if your body still wanted to react to fight and survive.

And you wanted to do it as you reached forward to grab your weapon in midair, however, you couldn’t react, horror struck and Levi cut the Beast Titan’s eyes and ankles. No one had brought Zeke down…

As you fell, you grabbed onto the beat titan’s hand, falling down on top of it and protecting your life. before you knew it, you were resting on the floor, gun pointed towards levi as he held a sword against Zeke’s mouth.

“Let him go, or I’ll shoot,” you yelled. Levi ignored you, commenting how he would feed Zeke to another titan converted soldier. In despair, you shot, making the bullet graze his ear. Levi turned to look at you, thrusting his blade harder onto Zeke’s mouth adn making him cry out in pain.

“Let him go,” you hissed. “This time I won’t be merciful”

“So you’re the disgusting pet who helped him kill my comrades,” he said. “So you care about him, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but held the gun firmly towards Levi. The man just hurt Zeke, noticing how your eyes flinched with every scream of pain and the slight temblor on your hands. So you did have feelings towards this man.

As he trusted the blade deeper into Zeke, he noticed your finger press slightly on the trigger. You were going to kill him and from what he had seen you were a pretty decent shot. Suddenly, the hairs on his back prickled as he turned around and noticed a titan running towards him, as if to eat him. So, he did the best he could.

He jumped away, in your direction, landing behind you and pressing his blade against your neck. You had tried to shoot, but obviously you were slower, which led to your capture.

As the Cart Titan held Zeke in his mouth, he could only stare at you with fear in his eyes, yelling out your name.

“Hand him over, or I’ll kill this thing,” Levi yelled, pressing the blade and making you bleed.

“Don’t do it,” yelled Zeke.

“Take him away,” you yelled at Pieck, closing your eyes as you felt death loom over you.

“I -I promise to come back,” screamed Zeke, as the man was carried away. Levi cussed and looked back and forth, finally hitting you on the neck and you passing out.

When you woke up, you tried to move your limbs, however, your hands and feet were tied and your mouth was gagged. As you looked around, you found the so called Levi with blades in hand and your gun in another.

“Lover boy left you behind,” he said. “And I’ll be the one to watch over you, scum. Don’t try anything funny, or I’ll shot you anytime with your own rifle, which is pretty interesting.”

You fought the tears that threatened to appear, you knew Zeke would come back. He had to, right? He wouldn’t sacrifice you….

Next chapter is about Levi!

[tenderdean]

i was talking to @andromedaskyline about how we just know whatever this ending is gonna be will be—well, a punch to the gut at best, but then it got us thinking about what kind of ending we want for dean and listen. listen.

when all is said and done, dean is alive and well, and he drives off into the sunlit horizon, and at the end of that road after however much time he needs to recover—

he starts a halfway house.

a halfway house for hunters, yes, but mostly for kids.

kids like claire and krissy and josephine, and alex and patience. kids that fell out of their normal lives and into hunting, with no feasible way back out. kids like dean.

it’s a place to crash and recuperate, where there’s a roof over their heads and a bed to call their own and a food-stocked pantry (it never runs low. dean never lets it run low.) but also: a waypoint.

dean’s still got sonny’s number, and if there’s one person who can help a kid find a future or a family or a purpose, it’s sonny. (it’s also dean—but he’s not used to advertising himself; it’ll always feel like overselling.) he sits up late at night working through college applications, scholarship applications, to help these kids through the nightmare that is lying convincingly on paperwork. he teaches these kids all the things he had to learn by his lonesome: how to cook, how to clean and mend clothes and treat wounds and hustle pool without getting decked in the face. and if they’re set on hunting—and he gets it, he does, because retiring was never an option for him when there’s lives to be saved, and he knows how—then he rolls up his sleeves and he teaches them.

hunters are a special kind of people, too rebellious for their own good, but he knows not to push. anyone can leave, but anyone can also stay. and when they do, he’s got things to tell them: the fastest way to decapitate a vamp and torch a wendigo, where to park their getaway car, which weapons to always have on hand and which to leave in the motel room, never to leave a case too early to miss something or late enough for the cops to get you. who to call when they do. basic skills, survival skills, but there’s nothing basic about them anymore when they’ve amounted to his entire life and he’s perfected them, had to perfect them to stay alive through it all.

he’s seen things, butted heads with things that go unmentioned in even the thickest of lore books, and he makes sure they know how to take all of them down, or else how to sweet-talk it back where it came from. he makes sure every kid knows the vampire antidote by heart. he also tells them about purgatory, and to think hard before mercy-killing anything into an existence of blood-slash-blood-no-rest-no-peace. some things can save themselves: if they want to, let them, but make sure they follow through. it’s about the saving, not the killing, and if the two of them become muddied you have to save yourself first.

dean has a bed for you, in that case. a bed and a mean burger and an ear tilted in your direction.

sometimes, sam calls: dean lets it go to voicemail, and that’s a gift to them both. dean will leave a voicemail of his own, in time. he’ll talk for however long he wants to, about whatever he wants to, answers the questions he likes and doesn’t answer those he doesn’t. talks about the kids, all the time, about how much he wishes he could’ve done this for kevin. there’s no interrupting in voicemail, no pointed glares, and the new routine is maybe the healthiest they’ve ever had.

he still goes out on hunts, as a teaching outing with the kids or to let off steam or because it’s an all hands on deck sort of thing. he can’t let himself get rusty, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t indulge: memory foam on his bed, a monthly road trip in the Impala planned and followed through with, a nice, slim pair of new boots perhaps more often than he needs. it’ll take a while, but someday in the future, he even goes to the beach. leaves the united states to do it, and comes back toasty and bug-bitten and about fifty tons lighter by way of his soul.

it evolves, as kids leave and new ones come in, because no one can leave dean’s house without his number. it becomes a hub. dean makes sure there’s a weapons arsenal in the garage, stakes of various obscure woods and silver bullets by the thousand and machetes besides. they’re all for borrowing—he’ll get new ones if some don’t return. the rest of the garage is divided: the impala and all that’s needed for her upkeep, and a workbench, a visor, a torch. he works on side-projects. lets his inner inventor out to play. EMFs that can detect hex bags, glasses that fracture the light just weirdly enough that no ghost can slip past the wearer unnoticed.

that’s how, in ten years, he’ll reinvent the Colt. he makes as many bullets as he can, and it’s expensive, slow work, but it’s the largest ace any of them have ever had up their sleeves and he wants it to be available to anyone who needs it.

knowledge isn’t something to hoard, not when it can save lives. and fuck if holding the world together with his bare hands more than once, more than twice, didn’t leave him with some unconventional wisdoms, some hard-earned truths and bits of trivia that could never end up being useful but also very well could. he’s prepared for that. makes sure his kids are prepared, too.

it’s not just the kids anymore, though, not when the hunters among them have branched out and met other hunters and the world knows his name, anyway, for all kinds of reasons, good and bad. his is not a name that slips someone’s mind when it’s mentioned in passing. hasn’t been for a long, long while, and that was never a good thing until this: until it just grows around him, not murder-plots or resentment or a heathy dose of fear of being associated with him, not like a snare drawing tight but a garden. (he keeps one, out back. hasn’t really got that much of a knack for it, but some of the kids like ripping roots out of dirt, and hell, so does he.)

it’s not replacing bobby. he doesn’t pretend to be the FBI superintendent or social services or someone’s lawyer, not when he’s not out there in a suit. when a phone rings, the person on the other end always knows his name.

it starts out messy, and it’ll always be messy, but it becomes more structured as they go. a demon case comes in: they’ve got people specializing in that, send them out. a rugaru: the same. and if it’s something that’s truly Out There, they send dean, and he’ll handle that. when he comes home, he’ll make sure that next time, it won’t be just him who knows what to do.

some kids start penning down comprehensive lore books, his dad’s journal with the volume turned up, with only the stuff that’s true and none of the fluff, the muddied waters. dean contributes to that more than he expects, at first, and suddenly they’re crowding and crawling around him, eager for his input. turns out he has a lot to say.

not enough for the kids, though, it seems, because they keep sneaking carver edlund’s books into the house when he has banned them, has made it a bold point on his penned-down list of house rules. he finds them stuffed under mattresses and as pdfs on phones. he burns what he can. but he also says, okay, all right, i’ll write a fucking memoir if that’s what it takes to get you people to stop smuggling this trash in. and he lays down the basics: azazel’s plot and meddling angels, an apocalypse or two, what’s there besides the earth and how to make sure you never go there. nothing warranting gaudy pulp covers with half-naked men on them. if anyone wants to know which brother did what, they’ll have to be damn good at reading between the lines, because dean’s too over it to point fingers, especially not when his words might stick around for other generations to read and judge and point their own. he doesn’t put his name on it. leaves it anonymous.

what he doesn’t count on are the notes in the margins, the whispered conversations after dinner or the glances he’ll get: that he’s the hero of that story, he’s just too humble to write it down.

he only yells about that once.

in the end, it’s like this: there’s no american men of letters, but there’s people of action, and they all cluster around the heart of the country where the drive is about the same to each coast, and at the heart of that is dean.

in the very, very end, it’s like this: his memoir goes into print, and there’s a preface telling his name in bold letters, and clarifying the details he had made sure to leave extra vague. if you’re in a roadhouse bar somewhere—and there’s more of them now, run by those who wouldn’t stay but wouldn’t leave, either—there’s a solid chance you’ll run into a dean or deanna or ten, and they can tell you exactly who they were named after and why.

but right now, it’s just a chance, something to build out of nothing, something he wishes he had back when. something to turn his north towards, to pour all his strengths in that have grown from pain and weakness. they do always say the best leaders are those who never wanted to lead. out of all the rubble, something that’ll hold up without him there to keep it together, though he’s the heart that beats in it, anyway. he’s the home it grew up in.

[zigtheeortega]

come back to me

pairing | colt x mc

word count | 5.3k

warnings | blood, guns, bullets, wounds, and a mention of death. there’s a section of the fic where mc gets shot when a job goes awry – it’s used in a hurt/comfort scenario, but be warned that it’s in there! lmk if i need to use any other tags!

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @senatorraines, @jaxmatsuo, @rodappreciationweek

author’s note | i’ve never written a colt fic before, so i wanted to take a crack at a slowburn colt au – this fic takes place over the span of about ten-ish years (fifteen-ish total since the events of book one). i’m not the biggest colt expert so i hope i did him justice!

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“If you ever ask me to do this much ass kissing again, I’m divorcing you.”

Colt flung himself onto the bed, still fully clothed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Oh, stop being dramatic,” Raquel laughed, reaching back to unzip herself, the soft fabric of her sundress sliding down her body and onto the floor.

He hummed from his place on the bed, neck craning to watch her as she changed into her pajamas.

“Stop distracting me from being annoyed,” he grumbled, letting his head fall back, his gaze trained on the ceiling.

“Are you actually mad at me or are you just complaining to hear yourself talk?” She asked, but before he could respond she’d climbed on top of him, wrapping him in a koala hug, nestling her head under his chin.

Naturally, he hugged her back, his arms snaking around her waist.

He shrugged. “I’m not mad at you.”

She giggled into his chest, sending tremors up his body, the warmest kind. “You’re the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.”

 “Yeah, I don’t know why you married me,” he kissed the top of her head. “You’re too good for me.”

Raquel pushed herself up till they were nose to nose, giving him a pointed look. “I haven’t been too good for anyone since we were kids.” She pressed a quick kiss on his lips, intending to pull away, but he gripped her chin before she could, kissing her deeply.

He’d never get tired of that… and he’d never get tired of her.

For the longest time, he thought it was too far-fetched to expect he’d find someone willing to stick around through all of his bullshit, much less someone who’d legally binded herself to him.

He was still in awe with how it played out.

He’d returned to Los Angeles dangerously too soon after their run in with The Brotherhood. Incidentally enough, he was laying low on high alert for so long… but nothing came of it.

Maybe they’d been arrested, maybe they’d gotten justice, or maybe they just moved on to terrorize another city. He’d always assumed it was the latter.

Rebuilding his father’s autoshop was painful, no matter how deep he tried to shove those feelings down.

Colt’s vision for his father’s crumbling empire wasn’t one that came into focus for him for years.

Five years after The Brotherhood incident, all he had to show for it was a struggling auto shop with a few criminal employees who barely knew how to hotwire a car.

It seemed like there were no hills in sight, only cavernous valleys.

Five years after The Brotherhood incident, the death of his father, and the end of the Mercy Park Crew, she came into focus.

Raquel stepped into the garage, heels clacking against the dirty concrete, her gait determined.

He watched her from his tiny office, peering through the blinds as she glided confidently across the auto shop and up to his door.

She rapped her knuckles against it a few times, a little too heavy handedly.

There’s no way she’s really here, he thought, shaking his head. No fucking way.

He debated whether or not to let her in – the last time a Kaneko opened their doors to her, they nearly ruined her life.

He twisted the knob and yanked it open anyways, an insult bubbling up his throat. After all these years, he figured he’d be relieved to see her, but the tiny sliver of relief was easily overshadowed by his knee jerk reaction of annoyance and shock.

There was a small part of him that was excited, but not enough to warrant being nice to her.

When he came face to face with her for the first time, she spoke first. “Hi, Mr. Kaneko. I’d like to apply for a bookkeeping job.”

He blinked when she shoved a thick manila folder in his hands. “I think my qualifications speak for themselves.”

He thumbs the edges of the papers, flipping through her resume and the thick Master’s thesis. She’s too fucking smart to be back here.

Before anyone in the shop could see, he tugged her arm till she was inside, all but slamming the door behind her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

She ripped her arm from his grasp, brows furrowed. “I’m here to work.”

“Don’t you get how dangerous it is for you to be here or are you just stupid?” He all but spat, slapping the folder onto his desk. 

“If I’m stupid that makes you just as much of an idiot as me,” she countered, crossing her arms firmly. “I know the risks.”

“You can’t be dumb enough to think I’d take that risk, though,” he rolled his eyes, plopping into the chair at his desk.

She laughed – actually laughed – at him, covering her mouth. “Forgive me for that.”

He cocked a brow at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I went to school with pretentious male academics for five years, Colt. Whatever you’re gonna say to me has already been said, and it won’t hurt my feelings.”

He leans forward, flipping to her resume, tearing it off the top. “Let’s see, here. Langston college, yeah, I remember that. Graduated with honors? Predictable to do that three times in a row, don’t you think?”

She laughed again. “That’s a new one. I’ll have to log that under my favorite insults.”

“Well, I have loads. You’re giving me lots of material, Miss Olvera,” he mocked her, going back to skimming her resume.

Truthfully, he was trying to scare her away by being mean, and it wasn’t working. He didn’t want to dig too deep, though, because he wasn’t that evil.

He liked the girl – hell, if he didn’t like her, would he be bending over backwards to make her hate him purely for her safety?

“I can’t pay you well. I’m still rebuilding, and we’re barely breaking even. We’ve been sticking to straight work till I can manage to rebuild our reputation and relationships with buyers.”

She nodded. “I completely understand, and I don’t mind.”

“What, are you gonna ask me for a place to stay next?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

He was lying if he didn’t feel a little something stir in his stomach at the possibility of her staying in his apartment above the shop.

“No, I’m alright.”

“You came back to L.A. and you immediately have a place to stay? You’re lying.”

Her lips pressed into a firm line, she shook her head. “I’m back at my dad’s house.”

“What? There’s no fucking way I’m letting you work here if you’re living with a cop –”

“He passed away last year,” she chewed her lip, trying to keep her face neutral. “He had a heart attack in the middle of the night. Couldn’t get to the phone in time.

“Thankfully, he had a will set in place soon after mom died,” she shrugged. “I got the house, so I’m good.”

His fists clenched at his side. He’d already taken it too far without even meaning to.

“Sorry to hear that.”

She scoffed, a single forced laugh bursting from her lips. “You don’t have to respect him in front of me to save face or whatever. Your feelings about my dad don’t affect me.”

He nodded once, and the room descended into silence. He took the time to actually read her resume that time around, finding himself genuinely impressed with what she’d accomplished.

What he wanted to ask was “Why the fuck did you come back here?” but instead, what came out was, “You’re sure you can handle this?”

“I’m sure.”

She said those words with such conviction that he never had to ask again.

Raquel cuddled up to him, her breathing evening out. He hadn’t realized they’d gone that long without speaking.

He didn’t mind it though. He didn’t care as long as she was with him.

She stirred in her sleep, nearly rolling off of him, so he took that as his cue to tuck her in.

When she was settled under the covers, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and stepped out onto the deck.

The beach house they’d rented was a hundred feet from the shore, the waves grating against the sand creating the perfect white noise.

Perfect for sleeping, he mused, thinking about how quickly Raquel fell asleep in his arms, watching the water crash and retreat, push and pull over and over.

That same back and forth was what eventually brought him and Raquel together. They butted heads constantly, but had the same view on lots of decisions. They’d finish each other’s sentences and the crew would give each other knowing looks that he ignored.

A year in, she finally broke down. Not purposefully, and certainly not with the intent of him finding her curled into a sobbing mess outside of the garage.

“Hey what the hell, Raquel? It’s dangerous out here,” he called as he jogged up to her crumpled form.

He didn’t notice she was crying until he’d crouched down to check the injuries he thought she’d have. 

She shielded her face with one hand and used the other to wave him away. “Just go.”

“I’m not leaving until you’re safe.”

It wasn’t even meant to be romantic. He’d do it for the rest of his crew since they’d grown so close.

There wasn’t a possibility of anything happening between them, or so he thought at the time. And what she admitted to him that night sealed their fate for years.

He’d managed to help her inside to his office, pulling back his worn office chair for her to collapse into.

A short “You okay?” Was all he could manage. He was new to this wellness check stuff and it didn’t come naturally to him.

But he knew as a leader, he had to do a lot more than just telling people what to do. Even if they split without a word in a week’s time, they were still a working machine that needed a little elbow grease every once in a while.

Even in the dim lamp light he could tell her eyes were red rimmed.

“I don’t think you want to hear my explanation as to why I’m not,” she laughed humorlessly, using the sleeve of her shirt to scrub the streak of makeup under her eye.

“I’m not good at this comforting shit, but I’ve got ears and I’ve gotten pretty good at using them,” he joked, sliding into the rickety folding chair in front of the desk.

She shrugged, flinging her hands up. “You’re gonna make fun of me –”

“– I won’t –”

“– You will, Colt. I know you and you’re gonna scoff the minute I take a breath.”

He couldn’t hold back the small smile at that.

“Well, yeah, but you don’t have to take it to heart.”

She sniffled, laughing. “You’re hard to ignore.”

“So are you, hard ass. Tell me what’s wrong.”

The sigh that came from her was labored, struggled, like she was about to drop heavy weights onto the floor of the office.

“Today’s the one year anniversary since I started working for you.”

He cocked a brow. “That’s it?”

“If you’d just let me explain then you’d know,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re already sucking at being a good listener.”

He held his hands up in surrender, leaning back into his chair. “Sorry.”

“My whole game plan was to figure out how to make myself useful. It’s why I got my Masters in accounting in the first place. I wanted to have my solid place in the crew, you know? Like I earned my spot.”

He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I just had this stupid fairytale idea in my head about coming back to L.A. and none of that’s come true.”

“Well, what was it? Anything I can do?” He asked.

Raquel sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She shook her head in response, taking a few deep breaths till she could finish.

“I wanted our old crew back. I… thought Logan would be back here by now, or looking for me at the very least,” she rubbed her temples, closing her eyes. “I waited five years to come back here and I’ve barely lasted one year in L.A. without him.”

He couldn’t help but flex his hand in and out of a fist a couple times as she spoke.

Yeah, it was true he didn’t care for Logan that much, but she liked him. Loved him, even.

If she was this dedicated to him six years later and he still hadn’t tried finding her, he didn’t deserve her.

“So it’s about Logan?” He asked with zero judgement, and she could tell.

She nodded, sniffling again. “Maybe I’ve just deluded myself into thinking we meant more to each other, but I’m still in love with him and I don’t know when that’s going to end for me.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he did what he thought was best.

He stood up, taking a couple steps till he was close enough to lay his palm on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb gently across the fabric.

She laid her hand on his thumb, holding it in place, as the sobs shook her body.

After that, he tried his hardest to keep her from crying. Which entailed leaving Logan’s name out of things.

Colt abandoned his shirt and shoes at the back door and hopped off the deck, landing softly on the sand. He took his time walking towards the water, gaze transfixed on the moon, which was at its peak in the sky.

He always thought the fact that the sea and moon were interlinked was kind of peculiar. The moon, thousands and thousands and thousands of miles away, had just enough power to pull the waves in the right direction.

He thought of Raquel like his moon far too often. The minute he was in her gravitational pull, he found himself wanting to follow her – to let her take the reins – and that was rare.

The first time he knew it was the beginning of the end with her was when a job went south.

Three years after she broke down about wanting the old crew back, they got a taste of the old violence.

One of their crew members, Isaac, had said for weeks that he had a weird gut feeling about that job in particular. Colt waved him off, reminding him that he’d value proof over superstition anyday.

In short, they were ambushed – nothing out of the ordinary in terms of their day to day risk.

What Colt wasn’t expecting, however, was for Raquel to be the one who got hurt.

They were cornered by the masked group, and before their crewmember Aly could grab her gun and shoot, one of them fired, the cracking sound of the gunshot echoing off the concrete flooring of the rundown parking garage.

Raquel’s pained groan followed immediately after.

Colt’s heart stopped when he saw the fabric of her jeans turning a deep deep maroon, the blood spreading faster than he could process what’d happened.

Her eyes fluttered and she stumbled to her knees, crying out as she knelt, bending her legs, one of which had been freshly torn through with a bullet.

“Don’t let them get away –” he shouted, flinging his arm in the direction of the fleeing criminals. He knelt down to scoop Raquel’s crumpled form into his arms. “Isaac, stay here.”

Isaac froze, nodding. “Anything you need, boss.”

“Drop me off at the shop so I can patch her up. I have to stop the bleeding.”

Colt’s voice was calm and even, but inside he was at his breaking point. He sat in the backseat of the car with Raquel strewn across his lap, the color draining from her face with each passing minute.

His palm was firmly pressed against her calf to halt the bleeding. He was thankful that the adrenaline was numbing the pain till they could make it to the shop.

She’d wince every time he adjusted his slippery grip, instinctively turning her head into the crook of his neck. That didn’t cross his mind till much later.

When she attempted talking once or twice, he furiously shushed her each time. “Save your energy. You’ll need it.”

When Isaac skidded to a stop in the garage, Colt tossed his keys Isaac’s way. “Take my car and get out of the city for a few days. Lay low. I’ll clean this one up and it’ll be good as new when you come back.”

Isaac nodded, brows furrowed. “I should’ve… I knew it was gonna go south but I should’ve tried to convince you again –”

Colt held up a hand. “You were right, and I should’ve trusted your gut instinct, and I will from now on. This is solely on me. Don’t blame yourself.”

He nodded, hopping out of the car, sliding into Colt’s convertible, and disappearing into the night.

He’d managed to get Raquel into the apartment and onto the worn leather couch in the office – she was pale and clammy, flitting in and out of being fully aware of what was going on.

“Colt… I can clean up my leg, just… just give me a second to catch my breath,” she said, her eyes drooping closed.

“Absolutely not. Give me a second. I’m trying to find the goddamn gauze but I don’t see it anywhere –”

He was glad his back was turned, because he was shaking in terror and rage in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

The first aid kit clattered out of his hands and onto the desk, and he cursed, gripping the side of the desk till his knuckles were bright white and screaming at him to let go.

“Colt…” she whispered. “I’ll be fine. I’m just hurting.”

He dragged a chair to her side, propping her ankle up against his knee before getting to work cutting a thin line up the outer seam of her jeans. The blood trickled onto his own leg, saturating the denim of his pant leg immediately.

“Are you gonna ignore me the whole time you work on my leg?” She joked, wincing. “Fuck –”

The scissors were close to the wound, and he tried his best to stretch it away from it before cutting further.

“Sorry,” he murmured, grabbing two rags and dousing it in hydrogen peroxide. He rolled up the second one, handing it to Raquel.

She sighed shakily before stuffing it into her mouth, digging her fingers into the cracked leather of the couch.

She nodded once, giving him the sign to get it over with.

The second the damp rag touched her bloodied skin, she panted through her nose, eyes screwed shut.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He grunted, grimacing as her thigh bucked against his hand, despite him trying to hold her in place.

When he touched the wound, she screamed, devolving into choked, muffled sobs.

He’d made a vow to make sure she never cried over Logan again, and instead he’d broken his promise by putting her in direct danger over and over and over again.

There was no reason for her to accompany them on jobs – she knew the risk, and didn’t care, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t stop her from coming.

No matter how hard he tried, he was always the reason she was getting hurt.

“This is all my fault,” he said, when he’d finished cleaning her wound. “I should’ve never let you come along to our trades.”

She scrubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, a couple stray tears still glistening across her temples. “I wanted to be a part of this. Like you said to Isaac, you can’t blame yourself for this.”

“I don’t care what you say, alright? It was my fucking fault and you should’ve never been a part of this life.”

“Colt.”

He glanced up, barely able to meet her gaze.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, I’ve been a part of this life for nearly ten years now. I’m almost thirty. You’re closer to thirty than me. I know what I’ve gotten myself into, and I’m sticking by you regardless of the risk on my life.”

She slipped a clammy hand over his, which still held her thigh firmly in place. “If I lose my life on a job, I don’t regret it at all. I’d never regret meeting you.”

She took a labored breath, laying back against the armrest. “That took a lot out of me.”

Colt shook his head. “Stop talking. You need your energy.”

Raquel rolled her eyes. “I try being nice to you and you ignore it every time.”

“I just don’t know what the fuck to say to that. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that, huh?” He asked incredulously.

She blinked, her eyes narrowing. “I just got fucking shot, and you’re cursing at me while asking me to be your therapist? Am I hearing that right?”

He picked up his bloodied hands from her leg and threw them up in the air. “I have a lot going on in my head right now, and I’m not trying to fight you or get you to be my fuckin’ therapist, alright? I’m just confused.” He was barely below a shout, his chest heaving when he was done.

“I can’t read your mind, Colt. I’m kind of delirious with blood loss right now, so the least you can do is not yell at me and ask me politely to slate this conversation for later,” she said firmly, wincing while she shifted on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he panted, shrugging his stained black thermal off. He tossed it to the side, revealing his equally as bloodied white tee.

He slipped that shirt off, too, tearing the shirt into long strips.

Raquel watched him, her brown eyed gaze one of both confusion and something more he couldn’t place and didn’t care to think about.

Wordlessly, he plopped back down, tying the shredded strips above the wound on her calf, fingertips grazing her skin as delicately as he could manage.

He let his hands linger for a bit too long, staring at the open wound on her leg.

Daring a look her way, Colt caught her watching him with a soft gaze, one that he hadn’t earned.

“You’re not mad at me for being there tonight… you’re mad at yourself for not protecting me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded once.

“You’re hoping that this makes me want to leave, because you won’t ask me yourself. You don’t want me to leave.”

He nodded again, glancing away from her.

After a long silence and avoidance of turning her way, she spoke first.

“You’re worried I don’t feel the same.”

He froze, dropping his hands from her leg. She was right, but if he admitted to it and she still didn’t feel the same, then what was he risking all this shit for?

Why was he still clinging onto the hope that she’d feel the same if nine years of pining was seconds away from being thrown out the window?

Mustering up his remaining courage, he nodded one last time.

And when he looked at her that time, she was beaming. Through the excruciating pain, she was smiling.

He broke first, scooting to the edge of his chair to get as close as he could. “What?”

“It’s funny that you were worried we weren’t on the same page. I think we might’ve been for a long time,” she laughed, hoarse and weak, but it was still her laugh that he loved so much.

“What do you mean?”

And then she said the words that he’d desperately needed to hear for nearly a decade.

“I came for Logan but I stayed for you.”

Once Raquel admitted that to him, he was all in. Completely committed, never faltering.

Their first kiss was anything but, the sensation one of nine years of pent up feelings from Colt’s end, and years of her own. Their first kiss was more of a sealant of their future (and their fate).

Their first kiss was everything Colt had dreamed of. 

He kissed her like she was air and he was drowning and she was filling his lungs to the brim, her warmth spreading from his insides out.

She didn’t pull away after the first one, and neither did he.

For who knew how long, he was on his knees next to the bloodied couch, cupping her face with his palms, and kissing her like he had a decade of missed opportunities to make up for.

After that, they were inseparable.

And he never doubted her devotion to him again.

They fell into a routine of working at the shop together during the day and into the late hours of the night after everyone had left, before stumbling upstairs into Colt’s apartment, lips locked, hands roaming.

And she drove him to every job from then on, easily evading cops and maneuvering the underbelly of L.A. like it was second nature.

Colt waded into the warm water, barely feeling it as it lapped at his ankles, calves, thighs.

When he was waist deep, he opted to float on his back, using the opportunity to revel in the star littered sky. One he didn’t get to see too often in the heavily light polluted sky of Los Angeles. Was this really the same sky he’d lived under all these years?

He didn’t really plan on marrying Raquel.

It was never in the sleazy way where he was going to leave her the second he got what he wanted – he was content being with her. Living with her. Kissing her. Loving her.

But he didn’t think he needed to go through the motions because that’s supposedly what people in love did. He figured it was enough to spend his life with her without doing all the extra shit.

She brought it up first, nearly four years later.

At that point, he moved into her father’s house with her – they’d crash in Colt’s old apartment above the shop if they were too tired to drive home.

They were curled up on the old futon in his room, huddling under the blankets, and she was curled against his side, drawing circles through his short tuft of chest hair. 

“We should get married.”

“Hmm?” He asked, in a haze, nearly drifting off to sleep before she’d spoken.

“You heard me.”

“You really wanna?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve always wanted to get married, even when I was a little girl.”

He kissed the top of her head, squeezing her closer.

“You’ve always been a daydreamer then,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I used to dig up my old Easter dresses and strut into the living room asking my Dad to walk me down the aisle.”

“And did he?”

She laughed, lifting her head to get a good look at him. “Yep. Walked me right down the hallway and back to my room to change me out of my clothes.”

Her face fell a bit despite the fond memory. “I think I care more about it now because I know my parents won’t be there. It feels like if I don’t get married, I’m breaking a promise, as dumb as that sounds.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t sound dumb at all, sweetheart. I don’t care what we do as long as it makes you happy.”

She smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

Wrapping her up in a hug, he kisses her back with fervor, echoing her sentiment in the form of mumbling against her lips. I love you.

Roughly a year later, they opted for a quick courthouse wedding and a honeymoon that consisted of staying in bed all day and ordering food to build back the calories they’d burned.

Around that time, Raquel reconnected with some of her only living relatives on her Dad’s side. She’d gotten close to a few of her distant cousins, and they convinced her to have a small ceremony for their family in Belize.

And fifteen years after he’d met Raquel, on the cusp of spring and summer, he married her again in front of an intimate crowd and kissed her like it was their first time.

He’d complained about having to ass kiss her judgemental old relatives, but he didn’t really mind. Seeing her in a white dress, beaming like it was the best day of her life, was enough to make any issue nothing but a minor annoyance.

“Hey!”

Colt swirled his arms in the water till he was upright again, grinning when he noticed the bright red lines on her face – she’d clearly just woken up.

“Hey, sweetheart. You sleep okay?”

“Come back to bed,” she asked, pointing at the back door of their beach house.

He tipped his chin at her. “You come out here.”

She rolled her eyes, before tearing off her nightgown, running towards the water at full speed, no hesitation.

He caught her in his arms, letting her wrap her legs comfortably around his waist while he waded out to deeper waters.

“Ugh. I was having a good dream, too, until I realized the bed was empty,” she grumbled, looping her arms tighter around his neck.

“Sorry about that. I promise next time I’ll wake you up before I head out.”

She nodded, content with his answer.

They were both chest deep in the water, faces close, the soft rays from the moon the only light they had.

“Why’d you bring me out here, Colt?” She murmured, eyes flitting to his lips, which were upturned in a soft smile.

“I was just thinking. This spring makes fifteen years since I met you.”

She hugged him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “And only, like, six years since we came to our senses.”

He laughed heartily, squeezing her tighter around the waist. “You’re right.”

“Remember when we jumped off the cliff together?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course. It was the first time I ever felt a spark with you,” she grinned. “Took a long time for it to turn into a flame, though.”

“That was the first time I knew I loved you,” he admitted. “I wanted to kiss you so badly and I kicked myself in the ass for years for not trying –”

She cut him off with a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth almost as soon as his mouth moved in tandem with hers. It was the sloppy, unplanned kiss he’d envisioned for that day.

“I think everything worked out for the better. I’m not sure we were ready for each other back then,” she said honestly, her forehead pressed against his.

“We needed to grow a little bit before falling in love, huh? You’re so smart,” he said, voice low, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, and now we’ve got the rest of our lives.”

She was right (like she always was), and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his chest like he’d felt many times before.

He’d waited that damn long for her, so he was going to savor the rest of their life together as much as he could.

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StackedNatural Day 160: 1x20, 7x19

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April 20, 2022

1x20: Dead Man's Blood

Written by: Cathryn Humphris & John Shiban

Directed by: Tony Wharmby

Original air date: April 20, 2006

Plot Synopsis:

After Daniel Elkins, a vampire hunter and John's mentor, is murdered, Sam and Dean are surprised when John himself shows up to solve the case. John discovers the vampires have taken an antique gun, which has the power to kill all supernatural beings. 

Features:

Daniel Elkins, the introduction of the Colt, the non-extinction of vampires, Sam and John butting heads, an extremely horny pack of vampires, need-to-know parenting, a college fund’s worth of ammo, 

My Thoughts:

This is a great episode in most respects - the hunt is interesting, the effects are great, and the relationships between the characters are expanded and complicated. Not to mention the Colt is going to be so crucial for so much of the series. 

It is kind of funny in retrospect that Sam and Dean thought vampires weren’t real and John thought they were all extinct because they show up SO often as the series goes on. Either John was total shit at vampire hunting or vampires got REALLY busy turning people shortly after 2006.  

It’s not this episode’s fault that Jenny, the random victim of the week, is the one that kills Dean in the series finale, but it does piss me off in retrospect. It actually works kind of well, especially given the line “Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life”. The problem is that the only think I remembered about this episode was the colt and the fights between John and Sam. Jenny didn’t make a big enough impression for me to have any reaction to her turning up in Carry On. I think Dabb just went through season 1 and picked the first monster that got away. In terms of theme, it’s shitty to end a show that tries to ask a bunch of questions about the morality of hunting by saying that letting a creature flee will kill you. But again, we can hardly fault this episode for Andrew Dabb’s sins. 

The directing of this episode is great. Dean is visible literally between Sam and John while they fight, a buffer protecting them from each other. The eyeshine on the vampires and the rearview mirror lighting John’s face up are also great. I like the special effects on the kill with the Colt as well.

I love to hate John Winchester and this is a good episode for that. I do think he loves his sons, but that doesn’t make him a good father. The fact that it never occurred to him to consider what Sam wanted out of life is proof of that, aside from the fact that he treats his children like soldiers. I like the conversation between him and Sam - it helps show us his worldview, but even with all that he doesn’t apologize for cutting off contact with Sam. 

Notable Lines:

“Hey Dean, why don't you touch up your car before you get rust? I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it.”

“Are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, and letting him run the whole show?” “If that's what it takes.”

“You're the one who said ‘don't come back,’ Dad. You closed that door, not me.”

“Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun.”

“After your mother passed all I saw was evil, everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you...prepared. Ready. Except somewhere along the line I stopped being your father and I ... I became your drill sergeant.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.6

IMdB Rating: 8.5

7x19: Of Grave Importance

Written by: Buckleming

Directed by: Tim Andrew

Original air date: April 20, 2012

Plot Synopsis:

Bobby's spirit tries to help Sam and Dean as they try to find a missing friend inside a haunted house.

Features:

Foxhole trysts, more of Dean’s functional alcoholism, Bobby’s haunting efforts, a super duper haunted house, the mechanics of ghosthood. 

My Thoughts:

Y’all, we found it. A Buckleming episode that is not only watchable, but enjoyable. The dialogue wasn’t even atrocious. 

Annie appeared on screen and I straight up thought it was Ellen for a second, so apparently Bobby has a type. The Hemingway foxhole bit in the restaurant was actually so funny that I laughed out loud. Well-written and well-acted.

It’s nice to have a Bobby POV episode now that they finally confirmed that he was still around at the end of the last season 7 episode, and I like the ethical dilemma that it raises about the morals of killing ghosts. It would be better if that was followed up with any nuance in their later hunting habits, but we can’t have everything. 

This episode made me know in my heart that 15x02 Raising Hell could have been handled better. The same writers seven years earlier did a ghost power struggle and it was interesting and had high stakes, rather than a union but evil. 

It is funny that Bobby and Annie spent so much time looking for hidden doors in this episode. You guys are ghosts. Walk through walls until you find what you’re looking for. 

Notable Lines:

“All right, now. I can kill werewolves, fix a Pinto, and bake cornbread. I will be damned if I can't get Zen.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.4

IMdB Rating: 8.5

In Conclusion: A whole day off tomorrow and I have no idea what I’m going to use my lunch break for. 

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3x14: Long-Distance Call

Guys! We have a special surprise next week!! (Hint: We finally get to recap the gay angel episodes again!) Until then, enjoy our last episode for season 3...

Then:

Sam’s saving his brother no matter what

Now:

On a stormy night, a man drinks alone, contemplating life. His phone rings. It’s Linda. Ben tells her he can’t. “My wife.” He hangs up the phone. It rings again. Linda pleads with him. She loves him. He hangs up again. The phone rings AGAIN. He slams it down repeatedly and tears it from the wall. IT RINGS AGAIN! Damn, Linda, you are persistent. To stop the ringing, Ben pulls out a gun and shoots himself. 

Dean tells Sam they have a case. Sam tells Dean that they’re on a case --his. Dean balks at that because they’ve got nothing. Bela’s gone, the Colt’s gone, and Dean would rather work a case they can solve than wallow in his imminent death. 

They head to Milan, Ohio. They head right to the dead guy’s house and interview his widow. She’s a little belligerent but tells them that there was blood everywhere (Oh, that’s why she’s belligerent), favorite scotch was out, and the phone was ripped from the wall. 

Sam asks to look at the crime scene. He goes through the caller ID. Dean asks about strange phone calls. She admits that a couple weeks prior she picked up on a call that Ben was on. It was static. No one was there. 

Research time!

Dean finds out that “Linda” was Ben’s high school sweetheart --and she died in a car accident. On top of that, she was cremated. On top on top of that, Sam discovered that the caller ID on the phone traces back to a phone number used a century ago! (I presume Sam did all that research while he stared out the window.) 

They head to the bowels of the phone company to find fly infested, porn addicted Stewie. I’m going to skip over all this but will laugh at the ad that said “Order now & receive a bone-us gift!” Sam asks Stewie to trace the old-time number. (Natasha: flames on the side of my face at this damn offensive porn franchise.)

Dean pulls out the threat level 5 on the guy and the guy finds some results. There’s different houses that all received a call from that number. 

Sam heads to investigate one house. He poses as a phone company employee. He asks about strange phone activity. The man that answers the phone says that they haven’t had any issues. Sam notices the daughter looking concerned in the background. 

She pops outside to call his bluff. She wants to know why he was asking about the phones. He gives her a little give and she admits that she’s been talking on the phone with her mom --who’s dead. 

Dean checks in with similar stories. Then he gets a call. It’s the static-y voice of John Winchester. 

Later at the motel, Sam wants to know more about Dean’s call. Dean gets all nervous boy about it possibly really being their dad, and what they should do about it. What should Dean say? Sam, ever the pragmatist, suggests, “hello.” It’s funny, but I guess not really because Dean walks out on his brother. 

Dean comes back with a reason why things are happening here. It’s the birthplace of Thomas Edison, and there’s a museum with Edison’s spirit phone. 

They take a tour but the phone doesn’t have any EMF. They’re stumped as to what’s happening. 

Later that night, while Sam slumbers, Dean stays awake to answer his phone. John calls again. He asks Dean how he could sell his soul. “I was looking after Sammy like you told me to.” (Boris screams into the void) John tells Dean that the demon that holds Dean’s contract is in Ohio. 

Meanwhile, the daughter from earlier is IMing a friend when she gets a message from her dead mom. The mom says she wants to see her. The girl is scared but her mom reassures her that she’s with her. Then the girl’s computer flickers out and in the reflection of the monitor, we see the girl and her mom. 

The next morning, Sam returns from interviewing Lanie, the haunted daughter, to find Dean obsessing over demon omens. He shares his intel with Sam. 

Dean’s pretty sure the demon who owns his contract is following him. I pull a Dean voice to say, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” only Dean’s actual line in the show is “My ass is too sweet to let out of sight.” God. This show. Sam tries to tell him that the demon-killing exorcism that John gave Dean over the phone might not be as advertised. Dean’s a believer, though. He’s got faith in John! (Just gonna take a li’l writing break to tear at my hair.) 

Sam heads back to watch over Lanie, but before he goes the Winchesters hold an emotional shouting match. Dean’s ready to stop the demon from coming after him once and for all and thinks that Sam’s reticence is just more head-butting with their (now dead) dad. Sam accuses Dean of having “blind faith” towards his father and I weep. Sam leaves with one request: that Dean stay put until he returns from seeing Lanie. So. That’s going to go well. 

Lanie explains to Sam what’s been going on - that her mom’s requests have extended beyond the normal grieving cemetery visit. We cut to a young kid playing in his room. His toy phone rings. “Hi, mommy!” he chirps. 

Cut to Dean “Single Man Tear” Winchester sitting dramatically by his phone. It rings. 

Lanie reveals to Sam that her mother’s ghost told her to kill herself. When Sam hears the ghost’s catchphrase, “come to me,” he realizes that they’re dealing with something else entirely. 

While Sam experiences revelation, Dean heads off alone following his dad’s orders. f r o w n y f a c e. He ends up in a quiet, suburban home.

Meanwhile, Lanie’s brother Simon (of the toy phone fame) has gone missing. Sam saves him just in time from getting pancaked by a truck. As soon as the kids are buttoned up back home, Sam calls Dean. He tells him that a crocatta is after the people of the town. It’s a scavenger that lures grieving people and eats their souls. It tends to dwell in filth. Dean recalls the flies at the phone company, so Sam heads out on a hunt. (Meanwhile, YES, Dean’s off having his own questionable adventures, setting demon traps in a nearby house.)

Sam calls Dean for backup before assaulting Stewie, the phone guy. “I know what you are and I know how to kill you,” Sam says to the terrified guy. Someone looms behind Sam with a baseball bat. It’s Clark, the manager! He takes out poor soft-headed Sammy. Unfortunately, Clark takes out Stewie too. 

They both wake up tied to chairs inside the building. Clark kills Stewie and then fangs out. He unhinges his jaw and sucks out Stewie’s soul. Yummy? Clark then lays his hands on the phone console...because it’s time to kill Dean!

Elsewhere, in a police locker room, a man’s phone rings. It’s his daughter. “I know who killed me, daddy,” she says. The girl’s voice tells him that her killer is at their house right now. 

Clark explains to Sam that spoofing John Winchester was incredibly easy. All he had to do was find their phone numbers, then John’s old numbers. That let him listen to voicemails, read emails, and easily find the weak links that led him to target Dean. Oof. (Side note: a crocatta would make a seriously amazing private detective in an alternate Supernatural where monsters have better meal restraint.) 

Dean stands ready at the suburban house - ready to kill a demon. The grieving officer heads home, ready to kill his daughter’s murderer. 

Dean’s jug of holy water is met with an angry father with a shotgun, so things start out really well. They quickly devolve into a dirty fist fight. 

Meanwhile, the crocatta continues to villain-monologue at Sam.

Technology, Clark says, makes it so much easier to target people. They’re connected - yet isolated and easier to pick off. (I scoff at this overdone oversimplification of the role of “technology” in society. I hate when people try to pretend the past was trouble-free.) Sam finds his argument weak as well, and punctuates that by breaking free of his bonds and attacking Clark. 

At the house, Dean disarms the grieving cop and reveals the demon trap below the carpet. He starts reading out the exorcism. To his horror, the guy walks right out of the demon trap. When the guy accuses him of killing his daughter, the pieces click for Dean.

Sam kills Clark by jabbing his head into a retail hook suspended off the wall. OH I SEE, this show has always been obsessed with death by hook. >:| 

Dean and the officer avoid killing each other. Instead, they despair in beaten silence together, before we cut to Dean holding a compress to his forehead back at the motel.

Sam and Dean go over the case back in the motel, but talk quickly switches to EMOTIONS. Sam apologizes to Dean. Dean admits he was wrong. “I wanted to believe so badly,” he says. STORY OF HIS LIFE DAMN IT. He admits that he’s terrified of dying. Terrified of Hell. 

Sam gives him sad puppy eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with having hope.”

“Hope doesn’t get you jack squat,” Dean tells him.

For Sad Boys with Poor Coping Mechanisms Science:

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I just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea! It redefined my understanding of the word 'Necrophilia'

That’s what happens when you mess with the phone company, dillweed

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SRaTSS Episode Transcript: Ep. 1 - Star Sheriff Round-up

This is a tentative transcription of the dialogues of the first episode of “Saber Rider and The Star Sheriffs”. If you spot mistakes feel free to warn me about it, I would love to make it perfect!

Episode: 1 - Star Sheriff Round-up

Transmitted: September 14, 1987

Japanese version: 1 - "The Space Adventurers" (宇宙の冒険野郎 ‘Uchū no bōken yarō’)

OPENING THEME

Saber Rider... Saber Rider, and the Star Sheriffs Saber Rider, and the Star Sheriffs, In the sky!

Can you feel the thunder inside? Saber Rider! Make the lightning crack as you ride! Saber Rider!

(guitar solo)

Saber Rider...

Saber Rider... Saber Rider, and the Star Sheriffs Saber Rider, and the Star Sheriffs, In the sky!

EP. 1

STAR SHERIFF ROUND-UP

by Marc Handler

Saber Rider: “It was not so long ago that we, Star Sheriffs, first assembled our Special Freedom Fighting Unit. We nicknamed him Ramrod, a peacekeeping vehicle shaped like a huge cowboy. We used him to protect the settlers out here on the New Frontier. We needed the Ramrod vehicle to help stop the lightning attacks of the Outrider bandits. They were evil creatures who crossed into our dimension and raided our Cavalry Outposts. They used battalions of Dimension Jumpers and Vapor Beings who moved freely from their world to ours. We thought that Ramrod was our only chance to stop them, but in the end it was not the Ramrod vehicle but the human Star Sheriffs themselves, who really made the difference. I should know, I'm their leader. I remember when it all began; my orders were to find Vanquo, an Outrider with ghostly eyes and a long pale face. I knew they were bounty hunters seeking him so I alerted the head of operation Ramrod, a very special operative named April. Her father was the leader of the Western Sector of Cavalry Command.

Commander Eagle: What's your report, April?

April: Bad news, daddy. We think the Outriders found out about Ramrod.

Commander Eagle: Ah! But how?

April: A spy named Vanquo. I'll have to go to Planet Yuma at once.

Commander Eagle: Good luck, April.

Saber Rider: “April arrived on planet Yuma at the same time I did. Neither of us realized that we had come in the middle of their most celebrated auto race, the Yuma Grand Prix. A young driver nicknamed Fireball was leading the way in his Red Fury Racer.”

Fireball: The biggest race on planet Yuma and it’s in the bag. The other cars are so far behind I get close to the finish line smooth as a supercharged skateboard. Hey, what's that shadow? That fool! What's he doing? He's coming back around! And he set straight at me! Oh! Ah!

Colt: He's not the one I’m after.

Fireball: What’s the matter with you? You crazy?

Colt: Sorry, pardner. Afraid I got you mixed up with somebody else.

Fireball: Oh-oh. Here come the other turbochargers.

Colt: So, Vanquo sent me off on a wild goose chase. Well, that Outrider just double-crossed the wrong fella. There's a price on his head and the reward is gonna be mine.

Fireball: I had this race iced. Now I’m gonna have to fight for it.

Speaker: Ladies and gentlemen, we can see two turbochargers approaching the finish line and they’re neck and neck. Here he comes, ladies and gentlemen. He’s done it! In 23:18, a new speed record for the Red Fury Racer! What an incredible race! The crowd is going wild for Fireball, the youngest champion of all times!

Fireball: Oh, yeah, thanks!

Guy: Look out! Get those bandits!

Woman: No, stop!

Airport guard: Hold your fire!

Man: What a shoot!

Man: Get him!

Woman: They saved my little girl!

Man: But who did the fancy shooting?

Woman: It could only be one person.

Man: It has to be the legendary…

Everyone: Saber Rider!

Saber Rider: If you would be so kind, please give him a lube job. Oh, and a lump of sugar. I'd like a suite, please, overlooking the lobby if possible.

Desk Clerk: Sorry, all our rooms are full. Lots of people here to see the race, you know.

Saber Rider: Race? What race?

Desk Clerk: Why, the Grand Prix, of course. There's the winner right now.

Fireball: Hey, thank you. Thanks a lot!

Saber Rider: Where is he staying?

Desk Clerk: Way up on the 25th floor. Quite the guy, huh?

Man: Hey, Fireball, can I get your picture?

Woman: He's giving away his wreath!

Saber Rider: I’m afraid I must take his room. My mission here is urgent!

Desk Clerk: But he's got a reservation, I can't give his room away!

Fireball: Excuse me, can I have my key, please?

Desk clerk: Of course, Mr. Fireball, your room is all ready… and congratulations!

Saber Rider: Hold it right there. I'm afraid I must have this key.

Fireball: Huh? Hey, what's your trip?

Saber Rider: I'm on a mission of utmost importance!

Fireball: What? That's your problem, bud!

Saber Rider: I'm afraid it's your problem now. Let go of this key.

Fireball: Ah!

Saber Rider: Eh?

Fireball: Give me back that key!

Colt: No dice, kemosabe.

Fireball: Hey, I know who you are! You're that cowboy who almost made me lose the race!

Colt: Sorry about that, dude, but I'm on a big hunt, savvy?

Fireball: You wanna hunt? Try the jungle, savvy? And don't bother coming back.

Colt: Afraid I'm not hunting tigers, race boy. I'm looking for an Outrider with ghostly eyes and a long pale face.

Bonnie May: Colt? Has anyone seen a cowboy around here? Oh!

Colt: What?

Bonnie May: Colt! He found out about the square dance!

Colt: Who?

Bonnie May: My father, who else?

Colt: Father? You didn't tell me you had a father!

Bonnie May’s father: Don't move an inch, you slippery poisoning carpetbagging bandido.

Colt: It was just a square dance, honest!

Bonnie May’s father: You like to dance? Then you can dance the Winchester waltz. You stay away from my little Bonnie May or else.

Colt: I think I’ve used this disguise enough. Time for a change.

Bonnie May’s father: And you stay clear of bounty hunters!

Bonnie May: But daddy!

Bonnie May’s father: No buts, now come on!

Fireball: Well, so much for the fearless cowboy.

Saber Rider: I thought I might have to take a few shots to him myself, just to get his attention.

Fireball: Hmm. Yeah, sure, whatever you say.

Saber Rider: Listen, chum, I don't really want to force you out of your room.

Fireball: You don’t, uh? Well, hey, you're a sport.

Saber Rider: Look, I have an idea.

Fireball: Why do I feel like you're gonna tell me this whether I want to hear it or not?

Saber Rider: It's simple: why don't we just share the room?

Fireball: Cuz it's my room!

Saber Rider: Just a gentle suggestion.

Fireball: I think everyone around here is trigger-happy.

Saber Rider: Do we have a deal or don't we?

Fireball: You can sleep on the floor, that's it!

Saber Rider: Fine, let's shake on it.

Fireball: Huh. I'm going along with this but I don't have to like it.

Saber Rider: Incidentally, chum, about the Outrider that cowboy mentioned, if you run into him, let me know, won't you? I'm afraid if I don't find him soon this planet will probably be blown to bits.

Fireball: Are you serious?

Saber Rider: Do I sound like I'm joking?

Colt: Good thing I was wearing that sombrero and drifter outfit. The Bounty Hunter's got to have a lot of tricks and disguises, and a good disguise can come in mighty handy. Now I better get down to business; track down that Outrider. That bushwhacker gotta be around here somewhere. I just gotta make sure I find him before he finds me.

Vanquo: Let me talk to Nemesis! Oh, I know. Yes, I discovered where this Ramrod contraption is hidden; it's a sitting duck.

Colt: So are you, hombre.

Vanquo: It’s at the Frontier Outpost , just right for plucking.

Colt: Alright, dude, from vapor you came and to vapor you shall return.

Vanquo: Ah!

Saber Rider: It’s him! Vanquo!

Vanquo: I’ll be back!

Saber & Fireball: Oh!

Fireball: That Outrider just turned into vapor!

Colt: Yes, that’s what they're made out of. Nasty, aren't they?

Saber Rider: You sent him back to his own dimension, which means I can't get the information I need.

Fireball: What information? Who was he?

Saber Rider: A spy who knew about a secret defense system called Ramrod.

Colt: Right, he said something about that Ramrod. Said it was at the Frontier Outpost, like a sitting duck.

Saber Rider: Are you planning to go out there and investigate?

Colt: You kidding? I'm a bounty hunter, pardner, I got a reward to claim.

Fireball: Strange guy, huh?

Saber Rider: Totally undisciplined, no sense of etiquette whatsoever.

Fireball: Cowboys!

Saber Rider: Well, I guess I'll go and take a little rest.

Fireball: Yeah, I think I'll go for a walk, just to clear my head, you know?

Saber Rider: Alright.

Fireball: See you later. I'm going out to that Frontier Base fast!

Saber Rider: I got to get out to that Frontier Base quickly. Steed! There you are! Let’s go, boy! Up, into the sky!

Fireball: Red Fury Turbo on! Somebody's gotta warn those settlers and nobody can get out there quicker than I can!

Desk Clerk: I can't get a hold of the Outpost.

Colt: What?

Desk Clerk: I’m sorry, sir, it seems to be some sort of emergency.

Colt: I’d better head out there!

Fireball: Ah! Oh, no! The attack is already underway!

Outrider: Find the Ramrod Equalizer Unit and destroy it!

Soldier: We can’t hold them out much longer! Here they come again! We need help!

Saber Rider: You've got it, chum!

Soldier: It’s Saber Rider!

Saber Rider: Right up here, mate!

Fireball: Well, look at who’s here! Those guys aren't playing around. I’ll better get out the artillery! Ah! I can’t escape now!

Colt: Look like you need a little help there, hey, race boy?

Fireball: There are two more straight ahead!

Colt: Not anymore!

Fireball: That must be Ramrod!

April: Over here! Hurry! Did the Star Sheriffs send you?

Fireball: Star Sheriffs? Who are they?

April: Never mind. If you can drive a racecar you can help with Ramrod. It's an experimental frontier fighter system. I'm afraid it's never been tested but it's the only chance we've got.

Fireball: Hop in!

April: Right.

Colt: Hey, don't forget about me!

April: Look out! You got them! This is it, the Ramrod Equalizer Vehicle.

Fireball: Wow!

Saber Rider: I'll take charge from here!

Fireball: The lady invited me.

Colt: That's cause she didn't know I was here.

April: There's no time to argue, I'll need all three of you when we go to challenge phase.

Colt: Challenge phase, that's fancy! How fast does this puppy go?

April: Fast enough. Come on, this way to the control room. Hurry!

Fireball: It's cool!

Colt: I bet this baby packs a lot of horsepower!

April: You better believe it. These three saddle units are interactive, but the center is especially for land operations. Since you're a race car driver, well…

Fireball: They call me Fireball!

April: All right, Fireball, you take the reins!

Fireball: Right!

April: That one is for the quick draw control.

Colt: That's gotta be mine, yeah.

Fireball: Now we know what two of the systems are for. What about the third one?

Saber Rider: Maverick flight dynamics. I was already briefed back a Cavalry Command.

Fireball: Cavalry Command? What's that?

April: Headquarters of the Star Sheriffs. I'll ride shotgun over here. You'll all have to listen up. Hey, wait a minute, there's something coming at us. It's big! The Outriders have built another Renegade. We are finished if it catches us here, we've got to take off and we've got to do it fast!

Fireball: Okay, hang on your seats. We’re moving out!

Colt: It’s working!

Saber Rider: We’re accelerating to mach 4 and closing!

Colt: Yahoo! We’re out of there!

Fireball: What's that?

April: It's a Renegade Desperado Unit!

Fireball: Watch out for that claw!

April: Oh!

Fireball: You all right, April?

April: Yes, keep moving!

Colt: Well, we know that he can dish it out. Now let’s see if he can take it.

April: Look out!

Fireball: It’s following us!

April: We got to go into challenge phase.

Fireball: What's that?

April: There's no time to explain! Activate the rods above your key compartment, hurry!

Fireball: Okay, let's see what happens!

April: When the rods are clear, hit the flashing red light. Saber Rider, you give the signal.

Saber: Okay. Get ready. Not yet. Hold it. Now!

April: All right. Ramrod will now take navigational control.

Ramrod: Acknowledge, April. Navigational control on, Ramrod challenge phase, one. Head ‘em up, move ‘em out. Power stride, and ready to ride.

April: Here he comes!

Colt: Block!

Fireball: Look out! It’s doubled back!

April: Duck!

Colt: Alright, boys, let’s laser rope this Renegade dupe. If you liked the left, you’ll love the right.

Saber Rider: Nice move, cowboy. Now shall we follow up with a soccer kick?

Colt: Take it away!

Everyone: On target!

Fireball: Let's vaporize this viper!

Colt: Good thinking, pard. I'd like the feel of this shooter.

Saber Rider: We may only have one shot so let's use all the firepower we have.

Colt: All right, amigo. You want firepower? You got it.

Saber Rider: Ready? Aim. Blast them!

Colt: Well, it looks like those Outriders have seen their last round-up.

Fireball: Yeah, but what if they come back?

Colt: After that little lesson? No way.

Saber Rider: You're wrong about that. They'll definitely return

Colt: How do you know so much about it? You got an inside line on this thing, pardner?

April: He knows because he's one of us. A special agent of the secret Star Sheriffs. With these Outriders still on the loose we could use your help too, if you want to join us.

Colt: Star Sheriffs, huh? I always wanted one of those shiny silver stars.

April: Afraid we don't have many badges left since the Outriders took over the silver mines but we use these E.B.U., electronic badge units.

Saber Rider: It usually takes years to train a Star Sheriff but this is an emergency. We'll have to issue your E.B.U. right away.

Colt: No badge? I don't know, pard.

Fireball: I'm not sure about this either. What about my racing career?

April: You'll have to quit for a while but remember: Ramrod is faster than any racecar you'll ever see.

Fireball: Yeah, you've got a point there!

April: And about those badges… I'll see if I can special-order some from headquarters. What do you say, boys?

Colt: Can you picture it, pard? Riding high, fighting out with the Outriders! Paw!

Saber Rider: “And that’s how all began. The bounty hunter, a racecar driver and a beautiful girl from Cavalry Command. Together we've made a commitment to the spirit of the frontier freedom fighters. Wherever danger leads us, wherever the people need us, that's where you'll find… the Star Sheriffs!”

ENDING THEME

Saber Rider... Your destiny will lead you, To wherever people need you, Though danger may have found you, You have your friends around you now, Now! Now! Now! Saber Rider, and the Star Sheriffs! Saber Rider, and the Star Sheriffs, In the sky!

Saber Rider!

[raleighcarrera]

41 for Colt x MC please. i'm soft 🥺 thank yooouuuu so much!

kisses shared under an umbrella

“what are you doing out here?”

colt’s scowling at her, and ellie pulls a face at him in return, narrowing her eyes. “hello,” she demands, “what are you doing out here? it’s pouring! come back inside.”

she steps closer, trying to get him under her umbrella with her -- not that it matters. colt’s already soaked, his t-shirt sticking to his skin and his hair plastered to his forehead.

“you shouldn’t be out here,” he mutters, so quietly she can barely hear him over the sound of the rain, “you’ll get sick.”

“are you stupid?” she huffs, “i wanted to talk to you.” ellie pauses, suddenly unsure. “you storming out wasn’t exactly the reaction i was hoping for.”

colt exhales heavily, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. genuine regret flashes over his face, and the hard edge of his voice softens when he murmurs, “i’m sorry. i’m just processing.”

she folds immediately, her anger giving way to the overwhelming desire to comfort him. ellie steps closer, reaching out the hand not holding the umbrella aloft over their heads to grab his arm. “hey, i know. you don’t think i am, too? i know this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“that’s not --” he sighs again, shaking his head. “it’s not that i’m not happy. i am. i just...” colt trails off, staring into the vacant middle distance beyond her shoulder. the rain continues to beat down around them in rapid sheets, creeping underneath their umbrella with each new gust of wind. 

she squeezes his arm encouragingly, waiting patiently for colt to gather his thoughts. it takes a few long moments, with nothing but the sound of the rain in the street, but eventually, he finishes his sentence.

“i just want to be better than my dad was, you know? and i don’t know how.”

“baby.” her hand shifts to cup his damp cheek, instead, her fingers brushing along his skin. “we’re going to figure it out, colt. no one’s born knowing how to be a parent. but we’re going to work on it together. we’re going to help each other.”

“but what if --”

“no buts,” ellie cuts in stubbornly, shaking her head. “you and i are going to make parenting look easy. i promise.”

he dips closer, pressing his face into the side of her neck. she tries not to yelp when his cold nose meets the skin just below her shirt collar, but judging by the rush of air that his laugh laves against her skin, she hasn’t quite managed it. her arm drops to his shoulders to pull him in, anyway.

they stand there like that for what’s probably too long, given the downpour going on around them. but if it’s what he needs, no amount of time could be excessive, as far as she’s concerned. 

finally, colt pulls back, enough to look her in the eye. ellie smiles at him, and then he leans in for a kiss -- a soft, lingering brush of his lips that devolves into something more passionate, followed by another kiss and another, until she has to squirm away just so she can breathe.

“let’s go inside,” ellie directs, glancing up at the way the umbrella she’s holding is wobbling in the wind. “this thing isn’t going to hold us forever.”

wordlessly, colt takes her free hand in his, laces their fingers together, and follows her back to the front door. 

50 types of kisses

[hippychick006]

Dean’s sitting up in the hospital bed and the doctors explaining that everything is hunky dory but he can’t explain it.

Doctor: You have some kind of angel watching over you.

Ah ha ha.  Moving swifly on and makes pact with other “bibros” not to pass this on to the brigade that didn’t watch these episodes!

Dean doesn’t remember anything,  but he’s got a pit in his stomach and thinks something wrong.  

John knocks at the door, asks how Dean’s feeling, Dean responds he’s fine, he’s alive. John says that’s what matters.

This entire scene between the three of them breaks my heart on rewatch knowing what we know happens by the end of the episode.  

Sam and John get into another argument again, Sam wants to know where John was and whether he went after the demon.  Dean: Come on, Sam!  John says no and Sam’s anger increases. Dean’s face! Here we go again...  

I love this dysfunctional family. More episodes of this please.

John: Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?

The way Sam and Dean both look at John during this, like who are you? Do we need to break out the holy water and silver?  Sam even asks John if he’s alright. John says he’s a little tired and asks Sam to get him some coffee. 

John watches him leave and Dean watches for a second and then he switches focus to John who is still watching Sam. Dean knows there’s something wrong for sure. He doesn’t ask ‘what’s wrong’, he asks “what is it?”

We get an absolutely beautiful scene between Dean and John where John basically apologises for putting too much pressure on Dean’s shoulders and that he’s proud of him.

Dean: This really you talking?

This is breaking my heart. 

Dean asks why John’s saying this stuff (and likely just as importantly, why did Sam have to leave the room and not hear it too). John tells him to watch out for Sammy. 

Dean: Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me.

John tells him not to be scared and then leans in and whispers something to him. We don’t know what he says but Dean’s reaction says it all, it’s something that isn’t good. 

WHAT DID YOU SAY, JOHN?!!!

We then see John leave with Dean watching him go. John returns to his own room. He puts the colt down on the table and says, “Okay.”

[chicagocityofclans]

Inez Sparks → Anya Taylor-Joy, Karla Souza, Aubrey Plaza, Aurora Perrineau  → Human Shifter

→ Basic Information

Age: 227

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: March 31st

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Religion: Agnostic

→ Her Personality Inez can be anyone for anything. While this can be said about most human shifters, she takes it to an art form in and of itself. Her passion is crafting faces with entire lives laid out for them. They have credit scores, active accounts, extensive social media pages. If anyone were to look one of her faces up, they couldn’t tell that the face wasn’t a living, breathing individual. She is meticulous with her work and strives for perfection.  Every choice when it comes to her work is careful and well thought out. It’s the reason why Sirius relies on her so heavily; she can step in at any moment to be a sister, best friend, girlfriend, or coworker. Once she is given an assignment she executes it to the best of her ability.

Her excellence in crafting these faces, as well as her performance at her job has led her to become entitled and often immodest. Inez is well aware of what she is capable of and expects others to know it as well. She generally sees herself as one of the smartest in the rooms, and has little understanding for decisions she disagrees with. This can be seen clearly with regards to D.W. and her infiltration of the Colts. That being said, she is reliable and willing to do what she is asked of, even if she doesn’t like it.

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Detective in the Organized Crime Unit

Scars: Depends on Body

Tattoos: Depends on Body

Two Likes: Anthropology and Brunettes

Two Dislikes: Being outsmarted and Her face being “compromised” by the rats

Two Fears: Anginophobia and Being Studied

Two Hobbies: Event Crashing and Croquet

Three Positive Traits: Reliable, Adaptable, Meticulous

Three Negative Traits: Vindictive, Immodest, Entitled

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Claudio Tarin (Father): Inez and her parents had a difficult relationship. She was not an obedient child, and desperately seeked a way out of her village. At 12 years old, she found that in a charter ship heading to the New World.  Inez lost contact with her parents for over a century, until she decided to send a letter and see if she would receive one back. She did and they have been in unsteady contact ever since.

Vida Tarin (Mother): Inez and her parents had a difficult relationship. She was not an obedient child, and desperately seeked a way out of her village. At 12 years old, she found that in a charter ship heading to the New World.  Inez lost contact with her parents for over a century, until she decided to send a letter and see if she would receive one back. She did and they have been in unsteady contact ever since.

Sibling Names:

Carmen Sol (Sister): Carmen was the only one who knew of Inez’s plan. She attempted to stop her, but was too late. Inez and Carmen never lost contact throughout the years and she has come to visit Inez a few times with Mía and Augustiñ.

Mía Tarin (Sister): Mía and Inez are very close in age. They often butted heads as children, especially when Mía would talk incessantly as they were doing chores. Inez now finds Mía’s talking charming, in small doses like when she comes to visit.

Augustiñ Tarin (Brother): Augustiñ was a toddler when Inez left. She didn’t know much about him until Carmen began writing about him. Over the years, and the many trips Augustiñ, Carmen and Mía have made the two have become closer.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Robert J. Fischer (Fake Boyfriend): Once Fischer had started his campaign, it became evident that he needed a partner to complete the image he wanted to portray. Inez was selected and has been “with” Robert for 5 years, according to their backstory. While they occasionally have fooled around, Inez just sees him as a good friend whom she’s stuck with for the next 10-15 years depending on how many terms he goes for.

Jev ‘Patch’ Cipriano (Crush): Inez has had a thing for Patch for decades. She, however, values their friendship and knows his exes don’t tend to stick around. They’re good friends and she doesn’t expect it to go anywhere, especially with her fake relationship being a thing.

Platonic Connections:

Churchill Darling (Good Friend): Church and Inez have a strong friendship. The two, despite seeming very different, are two peas in a pod when they are looking to have a good time. Church, Patch, and Inez love to crash events together and try out new faces. He is able to push her out of her comfort zone, while she can reign in his more reckless ideas.

Sirius Cobic (Leader): Inez is Sirius’s go to whenever he needs a new face with an airtight background. She can assume any role with a high level of perfection, which has made her a staple in the Chicago Family. She greatly respects Sirius, and is willing to do anything he asks her to.

Vincent Kane (Friend): She’s not as close with Vincent as she is with the other guys. He generally has more restraint and isn’t always up for her shenanigans. She respects him and knows he respects her as well.

Greta Bow (Friendly): Inez was part of the team that went and retrieved Greta when she was taken by hunters. They aren’t particularly close, but she sees an underlying strength in Greta that she didn’t before. She’ll occasionally ask Church or Patch about how she’s doing.

Arthur ‘Art’ Milligan Jr. (Friendly): By all accounts, Art and Inez should be good friends since they hang out with the same group of people, but they never really clicked. They aren’t close, but will hang out in a group occasionally.

Winston Abioye (Friend): Winston and Inez frequently work together when gang wars heat up. His work face has a good reputation amongst the gangs, and he’s always helpful when trying to get an introduction. Though they aren’t as close as they are with their mutual friends, Inez and Winston have gotten drinks and dinner occasionally.

Douglas Gish (Good Friend): Doug was one of the first people, along with Marco and Giuseppina, who watched out for her when she travelled to the New World. They are very close and she considers him like a protective older brother.

Adelaide Blanchett (Friendly): Adelaide did not like her when they met, which Inez returned with her own contempt. She didn’t understand Inez’s wide array of face and backstories and judged her for them. That changed when Church invited Adelaide and her boyfriend to a wedding crash. Inez saw a different side to Addie and they have slowly been warming up to one another.

Montgomery Wilders (Friendly): Inez hasn’t had a lot of conversation with Monty, but she likes him. They have a similar work ethic, and he’s asked her to help him create stronger backstories for his and Adelaide’s faces.

Darren Shaw (Friendly): Darren’s father worked in her division for a while. She hasn’t worked with him often personally, but she hopes to in the future.

Hostile Connections:

D.W. Colt (Dislikes): Inez finds D.W.’s decision to go undercover a waste of time. If they wanted to kill the Colts, Stones, or any other hunter family, the Chicago Family have more than enough people to do it. It strikes her as a pointless crusade to make herself feel important.

Angel Landyn (Dislikes): Angel cares so little about his faces and backstories and it infuriates her.Especially when she knows that one day she’s going to have to save his ass.

Lillian Pickford (Annoyance): Lillian talks too much about too personal of information. And Inez never asks.

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

[chicagocityfclanspromoblog]

Miles Agyeman-King → Alfie Enoch → Pumapard

→ Basic Information

Age: 136

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: April 9th

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Religion: Animism

→ His Personality Miles is a hard character to place and understand. He seems to have a wide array of personalities mixed in one, which can be explained by his experience with the Hypershift. He is self-contained and doesn’t typically use strong emotions to show what he is feeling. He generally feels uncomfortable around outbursts of emotions. He doesn’t talk about his feelings, but he will act on them and show people how he feels instead of telling them. Miles prefers to keep his thought process to himself. He never brings up the past, whether it’s his or someone else’s, and never relies on people’s personal or historical experiences to tell him who they really are.

Miles is comfortable adapting to the environment and responding to the situation as it changes. He tends to blend into the background when stronger or louder personalities are in the same room. His silent strength however plays very well with the often overly expressive Cats in his pack. Hidden below the calm layer is that same zealous energy that he only allows out during schedule runs with the pack. He’s become known as an impartial calm judge in any arguments that might happen in the pack.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: History Teacher

Scars: Marks along his arms and sides from fighting when he was younger

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and Pwason Boukannen

Two Dislikes: Superhero Movies and Pen thieves

Two Fears: Heights and Hypershift

Two Hobbies: Meditation and Journaling

Three Positive Traits: Observant, Ambitious and Forgiving

Three Negative Traits: Secretive, Elusive, Restrained

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Roseline King (Mother): She was a fiercely protective mother and taught the boys how to fight for themselves. Her tenacity was up until the very end as Hunter blood was sprayed all around her, she got one last fight in before she died.

Emmanuel King (Father): Miles’s father was a quiet man. He and his brothers were rarely not butting heads with their father’s quiet and gentle behavior. As Miles has grown and reflected, he wonders what his father might think of him today. And if after the hypershift he became the person his father wanted him to be.

Sibling Names:

Arthur King (Triplet): He and Arthur are close, but not like they used to be. They split off after Henry was killed, only meeting up every so often. Arthur tried to settle down once, but the pack kicked him out once they heard of his hypershift. He’s been alone ever since, and has warned Miles that the same thing might happen to him.

Henry King (Triplet): Henry died almost 70 years ago. He couldn’t control his shift anymore and the New Orleans alpha had to kill him. Miles has been scarred ever since that day, and uses it as a motivation to stay in control.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Malia Agyeman (Mate and Wife): M² have been together for 5 years but finally married at the beginning of 2019. Miles’ soft spoken nature is a stark contrast to Malia’s strong and outgoing nature, but he is always there to support her in her endeavors.

Platonic Connections:

Noel Crais (Good Friend): At first Miles was unsure about Noel mothering him or showing him genuine concern. She grew on him when she learned to speak Creole and about his culture. While Mile doesn’t appreciate her knowing looks but he does appreciate her not telling whatever it is she thinks she knows.

Kayla Silvestre (Friendly): Miles has tried to become a resource for Kayla as her dad goes into hypershift. He knows the long painful road ahead of the whole family, whether her dad pulls out of it or not, and he hopes he can ease some of that pain for her.

Esther Yoo (Close Friend): By default of Esther being Malia’s best friend, she’s somewhat become his as well. Esther serves as a good mediator when M² is fighting and is the only other person who excels at talking Malia down.

Rebecka Blake (Acquaintance): Rebecka has been trying to plan a hybrid class between history and English. He’s interested, but the planning is taking longer than he expected.

Roy Allen (Friend): Miles finds Roy a calming presence. There never seems to be an expectation from him and he is a good centering point when Miles feels overwhelmed with his secret.

Hostile Connections:

Rhett Colt (Hate): Rhett Colt was the one hunter who escaped after killing his parents. He sees taking a Colt daughter’s arm as revenge.

Churchill Darling (Annoyance): Churchill stole his face a few months after he came to town. His pack members generally can tell, but Malia has taken to punching Church when she thinks he has stolen his face and he’s been punched quite a few times by his wife on accident.

Ben Miller (Dislikes): He and Ben have had some altercations in the past, especially right when he joined. He’s found it’s better to steer clear of the liger to not trigger an unwanted change.

Pets:

None

→ History Miles and his family immigrated from Haiti to the United States during his early childhood. Miles was 3 years old. They spent some time in Florida as crop laborers/farm workers but eventually worked their way up to Georgia then to New Orleans. His father worked as a seasonal framhand and his mother worked as a maid. His family soon met up with the local pack and they settled in. Eventually people began noticing his parents didn’t age. Some accused them of being witches, or of hiring one to keep them young. The townspeople became so riled up that Buford Colt caught wind, all the way up in Jackson, Mississippi. He came down with his sons and they went hunting for witches. Instead, however, they found the cats. Roseline and Emmanuel sent their sons away to get the alpha when they heard the news of a hunter in town. When their sons returned, they had already been killed. Their alpha and the local seethe quickly killed Buford and most of his sons, except for one.

Miles and two brothers quickly became reckless without their parents warnings. They were angry and in mourning and they took to running off their pain. The triplets would go on long runs, sometimes gone for days at a time in their shift. Their alpha told them to slow down, but they had already become too aggressive to really control. It was at this point any warnings were given up, and they were told to just not kill anyone in New Orleans. A few months later Miles, Arthur, and Henry woke up in Texas, next to a man who’d been mauled to death. They buried him, and realized it had gone too far. Their alpha hadn’t mentioned anything when they’d come back, but a part of Miles wondered if he knew. The brothers immediately stopped shifting, but it wasn’t a smooth process. Miles broke down once or twice, but managed to stop shifting for a year, Arthur figured it out a few months after Miles, but Henry succumbed to the Hypershift, and was killed the following year. That almost triggered both Miles and Arthur to begin shifting again, and they had to move away from the town. It was then that Miles began journaling, to keep his temper and cat under control. It was the only way that he could process those emotions. The two remaining King brothers moved to Atlanta the following year, and then split apart. Miles spent decades travelling around in his human form, until finally he made his way to Chicago. There he finally met a pack likable enough to stay.

→ The Present Miles always thought his years spent in hypershift killed off any chance of romance or a family for him. He’d stayed out of the way of most cat shifters to avoid anything that would trigger him losing control again.  He expected he’d act the same again in Chicago, but found something that clicked. Especially when he saw Malia cornered that night. It’d been one of the few times Miles had run with the pack and he wondered how that particular bit of luck worked out. He is truly in awe of Malia, and he’s even more in awe that he gets to be her husband. Her tenacity and strength and intelligence has brought a new vibrance to Miles that he wasn’t sure he’d get again without the use of a shift. Miles and Malia are both trying to figure out how to balance everything. Malia put things on pause for them and their wedding and Miles wants to show her that he appreciated what she did and knew the sacrifice she made for them.

Miles has yet to tell anyone about his past, except for Kayla. Not even Malia. He knows what animal shifters and specifically the Chicago pack think of those who have gone into hypershift and he worries about how it would affect his relationship with all of them. Arthur warned him against it the last time he visited, reminded him why they didn’t do packs. Especially not judgemental ones. He’s been dragging this secret around for almost a century, and when he finally could at least somewhat talk about it with Kayla, he felt a little freer. He’s debating telling Malia now, hoping it doesn’t ruin everything they’ve worked so hard to maintain and grow.

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